[The comeback of not asking to be 'a' priority dies on Garrus' tongue as he takes the bag. It's not like he's never been given a gift before, or that it's a surprise when someone's gotten him something, but it's a first to get a gift in a relationship.
He tips his head to Noh in a silent thanks, eyes searching the kree's before he opens the bag up.]
They're not stupid. They're turian.
[It's muttered distractedly, focus more on pulling the soft thing out. For a moment he's confused when he sees it. Then it makes sense, armholes and front, and with a chuckle he pulls it on. It's warm, and soft, and silly, especially when he pulls the hood up onto his fringe, but Noh got it for him, and so it's Noh's impression that matters. Garrus looks back over at Noh-Varr with a little shrug.]
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He tips his head to Noh in a silent thanks, eyes searching the kree's before he opens the bag up.]
They're not stupid. They're turian.
[It's muttered distractedly, focus more on pulling the soft thing out. For a moment he's confused when he sees it. Then it makes sense, armholes and front, and with a chuckle he pulls it on. It's warm, and soft, and silly, especially when he pulls the hood up onto his fringe, but Noh got it for him, and so it's Noh's impression that matters. Garrus looks back over at Noh-Varr with a little shrug.]
Yeah? No?