[He doesn't pull away from Noh's grasp, sitting back down to listen. A small, tiny part of him had almost dared to hope Noh didn't want him to walk away. Now that it's true, Garrus listens and tries not to let that small hope get too big. And then tries to find words. What does he want? In a word:]
More. What I want is more than casual. You can keep Warriorhead. I don't need it to be exclusive; I don't want to take anything from you. But I... Casual, to a turian, is just that. Come and go. You have sex with someone as easily as you'd go to the range with them. It's not... There isn't an attachment. And there aren't supposed to be feelings. What I've had with Adrien is turian-casual. When I'm with you is getting less and less straightforward. I wind up... I wind up feeling.
[He has no fondness for being this open. Vulnerable is how he's feeling right now, and if he didn't actually want this he would have apologized again and left. But he does, and that outweighs the stress he's dealing with here. His voice is hushed, subharmonics a little rumbly as he plods along, forces himself to speak.]
Really not the normal way I do things. Meant to keep it just casual. Friendly. And now I don't want just casual anymore. I want something different. Something deeper. Something us. I... I want you. You to be my priority, and me to be yours.
[Garrus feels like he's run ten miles once that's said. Noh-Varr does like him. Maybe this can work. Maybe he'll be interested. All he can do is try and stop hiding behind anything that's convenient.]
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More. What I want is more than casual. You can keep Warriorhead. I don't need it to be exclusive; I don't want to take anything from you. But I... Casual, to a turian, is just that. Come and go. You have sex with someone as easily as you'd go to the range with them. It's not... There isn't an attachment. And there aren't supposed to be feelings. What I've had with Adrien is turian-casual. When I'm with you is getting less and less straightforward. I wind up... I wind up feeling.
[He has no fondness for being this open. Vulnerable is how he's feeling right now, and if he didn't actually want this he would have apologized again and left. But he does, and that outweighs the stress he's dealing with here. His voice is hushed, subharmonics a little rumbly as he plods along, forces himself to speak.]
Really not the normal way I do things. Meant to keep it just casual. Friendly. And now I don't want just casual anymore. I want something different. Something deeper. Something us. I... I want you. You to be my priority, and me to be yours.
[Garrus feels like he's run ten miles once that's said. Noh-Varr does like him. Maybe this can work. Maybe he'll be interested. All he can do is try and stop hiding behind anything that's convenient.]