[Garrus has lost too many to have easy confidence in everyone's survival. Williams, Krios, Solus, Legion, Bostova, they'd all been capable and they're all gone. Hell, Noh-Varr's even died here. He can't bet on anything anymore. And yet, all of his watchfulness, his need to see more than a few people walk into camp, his worry, all of it melts away as Noh embraces him. Exhaling, Garrus embraces the Kree back. This, right here, is why he keeps letting hurt happen. Everything fades away when things do work between them.]

Mm. Yeah, I know. Helped assemble them too. Already miss the room of the last ones. Don't know what I'll do if I get another ship.

[His voice is light, but his subharmonics tell another story, troubled, worried. He's in over his head and nervous, and he could close his eyes and forget that all for as long as Noh lets him. Maybe his feelings never have to come up. Maybe he could continue on in denial and hold on to this, treasure one thing that's not perfect but is precious nonetheless.]

It's good to see you.

[There, at least, voice and subharmonics line up - warm and yearning.]

Having the network down... It was probably good for practice, but I didn't like the way I couldn't know how people were doing.