[He swallows as Noh's expression changes and the Kree looks away. The answer's right there, clearer than any sign Garrus has had in his life. But he's done enough avoidance. His fingers brush Noh-Varr's cheek, not to turn his love's head but simply to touch before he drops his hand down.]

More than I should.

[If he'd kept his head right from the beginning... but Noh-Varr's smile had spelled out his path months ago. Garrus takes a breath; he's not going to leave this unsaid even though they both know.]

I love you. And that's not something you want, and I know it.

[Maybe this had been just as inevitable, really. The thought's a searching attempt for any sort of consolation. It doesn't work.]

Which...

[He wants any other possible solution, anything, but can find nothing. There's is only one way to eventually stop hurting, because Noh will never love him back. Garrus' eyes close. He doesn't want to see Noh as he speaks, doesn't want to see any possible pain but also doesn't want to see a lack of it. Better not to know. His voice is low and strained, mandibles drooping despite his best efforts to keep them in place.]

Which means I think we should end this.