[Asking a lot. Is he? He's not sure. Is he asking more than they'd agreed on, yes. There's no doubt of that. But he knows he's also giving more than he'd usually give. Sharing isn't something he's even considered before.

Garrus pulls off a glove, fiddling with it. It helps to have something to do with his hands, something to play with since he can't occupy them with breaking down and cleaning one of his guns. He wants Noh. But he doesn't really know what he's doing here.]

Am I sure? I've never... It's always been short things before. A night, a week. I don't really know what I'm doing. What I'm sure of is that I like you more than a casual thing would be.

[He sighs, looking down at the glove in his hands.]

I'm asking you if you wanna give it a shot. I'm not asking you to make some sort of pledge or promise or something. It's not some certain thing. If it doesn't work, we'll figure it out then. If it does, we'll also figure it out then.

[Never in his life has Garrus been on such shaky ground. He's faced reapers, brutes, suicide missions, plagues that killed turians, terrorists, death, and this is what has him worried about completely messing up. The glove gets turned over again before he looks back over at Noh-Varr.]

I don't know how the sharing thing is gonna work. I don't even know that I'll wake up tomorrow to find both of us still assigned to the Neheda. I've lost a lot of people, had a lot of things go wrong. But I'd like to try this, if you want to too.