[ Noh-Varr allows the proximity to creep along at whatever pace the younger boy is willing to set. Hinata is a warm stripe against his side, and eventually, Noh-Varr's hand migrates from Hinata's back to the ground, his body shifting in delicate increments, without pressure, curving to allow, if so desired, more connection. Still, he doesn't initiate, only invites the possibility. ]

I know, right? I'm definitely the coolest nonhuman here, if I do say so myself.

[ His tone is obviously a brag, chest puffed out lightly as he says it. He pulls away from Hinata long enough to smirk, then leans in like he's delivering a secret. ]

Between you and me--Fiona once called Garrus an 'artichoke dinosaur'.

[ He lets that sink in. ]

Does he look like an artichoke to you?

[ Garrus will forgive him, he thinks, if an embarrassing nickname can give a modicum of normalcy and laughter back to this human child. ]