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[The decontamination sequence burns a little as it passes over her face, and she blinks hard against it. It's over within seconds, and she opens her eyes to find the world back to normal. Not glaringly bright. Slight tinge of purple.

And Garrus, looking... well, normal, insofar as Tali sees normal.]

Oh, I get what they see in you. [She sounds so guileless Garrus has to be able to see what's coming.] Scars, thick head, shoots first and asks questions later... You should definitely think about it. It'd be perfect.

[She's doing her vocal version of a poker face right now, but there's a sag to her shoulders and the slightest list to her frame - she and Garrus might communicate in different ways, but they're saying much the same things right now.

One day. She doesn't know when it'll be, not yet - but one day that purple light won't be normal anymore. And they'll be saying the same things in the same ways.]

[There's probably a lot that could be said right now, sympathy, encouragement, but this isn't the time or the company for that. What's kept them so far is joking around, ignoring the heavy things that they can't change and moving on with what they can. They've already sidetracked into melancholy here for both of them - him with his relationship failure, and her with her father. She's got the heavier of the burdens.]

I might have to.

[And hey. Krogan aren't heavy on love as a culture. There are exceptions, but he wouldn't have to worry about heartbreak again.]

And if that doesn't pan out, I'll sell my services as a makeshift repairer of quarian suits. How's it looking?

[Because that's what had brought him here, after all.]

[Whatever direction she could have expected this conversation to go... this wasn't it. But considering how she remembers the Garrus of two - three, for him - years ago, and what he just had to tell her, even while dealing with his own pain... She's glad it was him to do it. If it had to be done, better to be like this.

She laughs, and finds herself coughing the last of it.] Damn it...

[She clears her throat, hard, as she flexes her arm gingerly - the seal holds, so that's something.] Yeah, it looks good. You've definitely got one loyal customer. One single customer.

[She quirks her head briefly, the smallest smile on her face.] Better get a second job.

And here I was hoping to be able to quit my day job.

[The cough is worrying, but Tali's an adult. If she needs medical attention, she knows to get it, and he'll trust her there. Most people he wouldn't. But the whole 'quarian' and 'weakened immune systems' deal tends to mean they're on the more responsible side of things when they get sick.]

Maybe we can make more suits, together. Tell people they're fashionable. Make some credits on the side.

[Garrus tucks away his tools and straightens up.]

And maybe that can happen after you get some rest. Don't want to let the cough get the better of you.

Quarian suits - function, fashion and never having to use the showers. Maybe I'll finally have some credits. [Her voice is a bit scratchy.

With luck, she can sleep it off - that and the headache coming up behind her temples. Without... well, it's a trip to the medical rover. This was never going to be easy.]

I'll be fine - I'll get some rest, drink fluids... The next time you're here, I'm sure it'll be fine.

[Because really? It's nice not eating alone - and quickly, like it's something furtive.]

[Garrus nods.]

I'm sure it will be too.

[She knows best. Garrus heads for the door.]

Call me if you need anything else, yeah? I'll be right over.

Sure thing.

[She's already stepping towards her bed - there's an odd sort of ache in the back of her throat, and she knows what that means only too well - when she turns back momentarily.]

Hey, Garrus - thanks a lot.

[Not just for offering to help, either.]

[Garrus pauses half-way out the door, glancing back. He wishes the news had been better. But this war, in all of its facets, doesn't give them any better. It definitely doesn't give any of them what they want.

He gives her a nod.]

You've got it, Tali.

[At least they can have each other, and each other's backs.]

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