[ He braces himself for what he knows is coming. Garrus' subharmonics are hesitant and somewhat grating against his....anger? Resolution? Noh-Varr is getting better at reading the voice-beneath-the-voice, but in cases like these he finds it difficult. Talons are in his hair, petting gently, and the hum of Garrus' throat is a guillotine.
It's Garrus' right to worry. Who worries for Garrus? Garrus allows himself to be pieced apart by the ones he dedicates himself to. Ino had told him that caring for others made him stronger; can Noh-Varr be a pillar of strength? For anyone?
No, he pleads with all his mind. Can Garrus see the ashen haze of regret that falls over his face, just before he turns it away? Don't say it. Why can't it wait? You shouldn't want this. ]
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It's Garrus' right to worry. Who worries for Garrus? Garrus allows himself to be pieced apart by the ones he dedicates himself to. Ino had told him that caring for others made him stronger; can Noh-Varr be a pillar of strength? For anyone?
No, he pleads with all his mind. Can Garrus see the ashen haze of regret that falls over his face, just before he turns it away? Don't say it. Why can't it wait? You shouldn't want this. ]
More than you should, probably.
[ He's pointedly looking away now. ]