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[Joker waves him off, then stacks up the rest of the medical supplies on the counter. Anders wants his box back at some point, and apparently Joker's going to have to brave the mighty blond bitchface at least once more today.]

Don't mention it, Vakarian. Just buy me a beer or something later.

[All debts to Joker could be easily repaid with sufficient quantities of alcohol.]

Several beers.

[It's a promise, though it's also a bit murmured. He'd woken up to let Joker in, and his body is definitely betraying him.]

You've got it. I'll have enough money after this. When we can shop again.

[He's trying to keep his eyes open enough to not be rude. It's not working very well.]

You got a specific one you want?

[Now he'll have to see if he can remember anything Joker names.]

[Between the shit he's gone through and the painkillers that should be kicking in fairly shortly, it's really kind of too much to expect Garrus to be up for an extended conversation. He's tapped out, and it's pretty obvious.]

[He walks over and gives Garrus another pat on the shoulder. That'll do, birdman. That'll do.]

Yeah, I think I'd settle for a glass of go the fuck to sleep, Vakarian. Think you can do that for me?

Yeah, mom. Think I can manage that.

[He's shamefully proud that he also managed a joke. Garrus scoots down, starting to stretch out on the bed and yanking one of his blankets halfway over him. Exhaustion is sinking in and the edges of pain are starting to dull out. Halfway is the best he's doing.]

And who knows. Maybe they'll even have that... [He trails off for a moment, yawning, before he continues.] Brand.

Call me mom again and I'll smother you in your sleep.

[Do not make him be Team Mom, Garrus. No one wants Joker to have to be the responsible one around here, it's not his usual role and you will all regret putting him in it.]

Yeah, okay. You just... just go to sleep, Garrus. [He could practically see down to your gizzard on that yawn, birdbrain. It's sleepytime for tired turians.] Call me if you need anything else, and maybe if you ask nice enough, I'll even do it.

[Lies. He'd do it, because he's a sucker for his stupid crew.]

Terrifying. Really.

[Despite the teasing, Garrus curls up and closes his eyes, cooperating. Joker's right, he needs the sleep, and Joker is even lying on the maybe. But there's nothing Garrus particularly needs right now that he doesn't have - pain meds, some time to heal - and so he's not going to challenge the bluff.]

I'll let you know, Joker.

[There's the brief temptation to ask if Joker can wrangle up a Kree pillow, but all of the explanation that would have to go into that makes it far too much to talk about right now.]

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