no subject

[He hadn't thought about it like that. That there's no one who can be what he is to Noh-Varr. It means just as much to him to hear that as it does to know that the Kree cares, and he turns his face slightly to touch his mouthplates to Noh-Varr's thumb.]

I do now.

[His voice is pleased and confident, with a little pleased rumble beneath. Realizing how Noh-Varr felt had been a turning point for him.]

And you know I'm not worried, yeah?

[He reaches up to run his fingers through Noh-Varr's hair, nice and slow.]

I'm good. I have you.

[It might not stop momentary flare-ups of wanting more, but the pain of the first go-around is gone. He's not hurting. Quite the opposite: Garrus is happy.]