turns the knife in the wound

[ He watches the turian's back over his shoulder. This was not how he'd expected this exchange to go. In his mind, they'd meet, talk about the drop, about what was to come, Garrus would nuzzle against him and flicker his mandibles against Noh-Varr's cheek. He doesn't understand why this had to happen now, what pushed Garrus to talk. He wonders if there was anything he could have done to pre-empt this, or even if he would've taken steps to prevent it. Would he have kissed him more often, held him closer, let himself linger longer after making love? Or would he have pushed him away sooner?

He couldn't have made himself feel more strongly.

Eventually he turns away completely, making his way back inside. He'll sleep it off. There'll be more work to do soon enough. ]