IC Contact - City of Ariel

[forgivetheinsubordination]

Right. Because people are going to be leaving messages in my head now.

Try it.

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[interitum]

I'm not sure I fully grasp your implication. What type is that, Vakarian?

[He should probably leave the poor guy alone ... but he kinda can't help it.]

[forgivetheinsubordination]

The... you know.

[And he should probably shut up, but he has a lot of difficulty doing that.]

Wanting... company. Instead of just... uh... the act.

[interitum]

Ah.

[Well, that he didn't expect ... he'd expected some sort of comment along the lines of sharing one's territory.]

What left you with that impression? There are many different types of 'acts'.

[forgivetheinsubordination]

...what?

[Okay, that sounds stupid. Garrus knows there are a lot of different ways to have sex, and now he sounds like an idiot. So he hastens to try to clear that up.]

I mean, I know there are a lot of types. You know. I've... uh. But... what?

[...Still stupid.]

What do you mean? The... Cuddling's not an act. And turians are pointy. Wouldn't think we'd be any good at it. Sharp parts and all. We being turians.

[Even more stupid. Okay. Shutting up now.]

[interitum]

You spoke of wanting company as opposed to the mere act. I'm not entirely certain where the rest of that comes in.

[His tone, as always, is entirely neutral.]

Do you take me to be the type to only engage in the act itself, without any care beyond that ... ?

[forgivetheinsubordination]

[Have a long, long pause.]

No.

[Garrus just doesn't know how to word this, but he's pretty sure he's no longer being messed with.]

But here... I'm not under any illusions. If this place didn't have its... requirements, if these things weren't in our heads, we wouldn't have fucked.

You're crew, you're a friend, and I'm damn glad to have you as an ally even if I don't wish this place on any of our people. Hell. You're the only one I'd trust enough to use that... thing. Doesn't mean I'm expecting an invitation to your bed to sleep.

[interitum]

... of course. I don't harbour any delusions either.

[Well, this conversation has sobered up considerably ... and he hadn't intended it to take this turn.]

If you'd like your bed to be more turian-friendly, then let me know what modifications you require. I will see what I can do.

[forgivetheinsubordination]

[He's quiet again, hoping that he hadn't offended, that he hadn't said the wrong thing.]

Don't think that I don't... uh. I've liked... I...

[Thane isn't fragile, quite the opposite, but at the same time Garrus doesn't want to fracture the friendship they do have.]

Mine works. It's flat instead of dipped, but it's still better than a cot.

[A beat, and then because some people never learn and keep insisting on putting their feet in their mouths:]

And yours has been pretty... uh... friendly. Turian. To turians. A tur-- I'm going to stop now.

[interitum]

Then if you'd like to sleep in it on some occasions, you may.

[Without even missing a beat.]

[forgivetheinsubordination]

[And he misses a few beats before answering.]

Yeah. Okay.