[The 'if' is a little worrying, until Noh-Varr's body language contradicts it. He listens, considering the request, and the question, mulling them over before answering. In theory he shouldn't want to know, right? That's just an invitation for jealousy. But at the same time, if he knows, he doesn't have to wonder. There won't be worry there, or paranoia.]
I... If you did, I'd want to know. Means I won't be wondering.
[His mandibles flicker, out and in, and the faintest trace of amusement comes back to his voice.]
Also means I'd know when I need to step up my game.
[He's not sure what he'll be doing with others. If he will. He needs to talk to Adrien anyway about the mandible portion of what he'd sent Noh-Varr, and then see where the doctor stands on things. Garrus leans back, into Noh-Varr, before he takes a breath to approach the other topic.]
Can I tell some people that I'm seeing you? No specifics, no personal details. But I've never kept anything from Shepard for long. It's the whole best friend, been-through-hell-together thing. Liara's really good at getting information, and so on. I won't be shouting it through the corridors.
[And he doesn't know how he'll approach Ino with this. That's an invitation for a disaster if ever he knew one, but she may keep trying for him with other people if he doesn't. That's the problem. Also he talks. A lot.]
I'll try to keep it quiet. Quieter. But us, uh, getting close on the beach, or other places, isn't gonna help that. And I like the time I get with you. I'd rather not cut back on that.
[ He shakes his head; it's hard to put his expectations into words. ] What I don't want is--others, pulled into our problems. I shouldn't have strangers sending me messages whenever you're upset with me. [ Okay, he's a little chafed about it, still. Can you blame him? ] I don't mind being seen. Let them look. They're jealous I have the handsomest turian in the galaxy on my arm.
[ Noh-Varr's ego is a strange thing: his lovers are made more appealing in his mind by proximity to himself, because of course, he doesn't pick just anyone. ] I don't mind people knowing. I mind people being upset at me for things that don't concern them.
[ He's selfish, basically. He wants all the cake and to eat it, too. ] Warriorhead--you're the only one I've told. [ It hadn't occured to him before to mention that it was both sensitive and private, but right now everything's being laid out. ] I'd like it if you didn't tell anyone.
[ Garrus gets it, or at least understands enough not to interfere. But it's a small ship. That kind of thing getting around...a reputation grows. He's not ashamed of Warriorhead--far from it--but not everyone here is understanding. Tess hadn't been.
[If he needs advice, he'll go to someone who won't talk. Shepard, for instance. Not anyone who would go after Noh-Varr. Not anyone who is just going to talk everywhere and to everyone. Confidentiality. And not someone who would side-eye Noh and clearly have a problem in the future.
Garrus leans into Noh's space a bit more, moving his arm behind and around the Kree's waist.]
I won't tell about Warriorhead.
[It's the bigger of issues he could see needing advice on, the fact that he's sharing, but at the same time he doesn't have to include names.]
And yeah.
[There's a chuckle and a shrug. Boyfriends. It sounds so... So big and so little, both at once. Silly and serious. Garrus wonders if they can make it work. He hopes they can.]
It does. And it makes you mine. So does that also mean you'd like dinner? The two of us.
[ Noh-Varr stiffens at the words make you mine, but tries immediately to shrug it off. ]
Dinner for two sounds good. As long as you don't forget I'm mine first.
[ He's trying not to be prickly, because he can't expect Garrus to just magically be able to tell when something's sensitive--instead he stands, offering his hand. ] You belong to you, Garrus Vakarian. I belong to me. If I ever want to change that--[ he shrugs. ]--I'll let you know.
[ He makes it clear with his tone that, despite being initially ruffled, he's not upset. In fact, he may or may not be looking forward to that date. ]
[He catches the stiffening, tilting his head as he gets up too. Garrus had meant Noh was his boyfriend, but he's not going to argue the point. Not when he's just found out something he hadn't expected. It helps him, actually. It helps him understand why Noh had said he was asking a lot when he really wasn't.
Garrus takes Noh's hand and holds it, thumb running over its back as he looks into those sharp green eyes. He's not the only one afraid. Garrus doesn't want to be hurt, Noh doesn't want to lose... what, exactly? Freedom is Garrus' best guess. Individuality. Leaning in, Garrus presses a mandible to Noh-Varr's cheek before straightening back up and releasing his hold on Noh's hand.]
Tonight, then. There's a place that does a decent dextro noodle dish as well as a bunch of other noodle dishes I'm gonna assume are fine, if that works.
[They have time to figure things out. There's no rush. Or maybe they don't have time and they'll vanish the next day, but that just validates the lack of a need of rush. What time they have, they have.]
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I... If you did, I'd want to know. Means I won't be wondering.
[His mandibles flicker, out and in, and the faintest trace of amusement comes back to his voice.]
Also means I'd know when I need to step up my game.
[He's not sure what he'll be doing with others. If he will. He needs to talk to Adrien anyway about the mandible portion of what he'd sent Noh-Varr, and then see where the doctor stands on things. Garrus leans back, into Noh-Varr, before he takes a breath to approach the other topic.]
Can I tell some people that I'm seeing you? No specifics, no personal details. But I've never kept anything from Shepard for long. It's the whole best friend, been-through-hell-together thing. Liara's really good at getting information, and so on. I won't be shouting it through the corridors.
[And he doesn't know how he'll approach Ino with this. That's an invitation for a disaster if ever he knew one, but she may keep trying for him with other people if he doesn't. That's the problem. Also he talks. A lot.]
I'll try to keep it quiet. Quieter. But us, uh, getting close on the beach, or other places, isn't gonna help that. And I like the time I get with you. I'd rather not cut back on that.
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[ Noh-Varr's ego is a strange thing: his lovers are made more appealing in his mind by proximity to himself, because of course, he doesn't pick just anyone. ] I don't mind people knowing. I mind people being upset at me for things that don't concern them.
[ He's selfish, basically. He wants all the cake and to eat it, too. ] Warriorhead--you're the only one I've told. [ It hadn't occured to him before to mention that it was both sensitive and private, but right now everything's being laid out. ] I'd like it if you didn't tell anyone.
[ Garrus gets it, or at least understands enough not to interfere. But it's a small ship. That kind of thing getting around...a reputation grows. He's not ashamed of Warriorhead--far from it--but not everyone here is understanding. Tess hadn't been.
He turns his face up to Garrus'. ]
Does this make you my boyfriend?
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[If he needs advice, he'll go to someone who won't talk. Shepard, for instance. Not anyone who would go after Noh-Varr. Not anyone who is just going to talk everywhere and to everyone. Confidentiality. And not someone who would side-eye Noh and clearly have a problem in the future.
Garrus leans into Noh's space a bit more, moving his arm behind and around the Kree's waist.]
I won't tell about Warriorhead.
[It's the bigger of issues he could see needing advice on, the fact that he's sharing, but at the same time he doesn't have to include names.]
And yeah.
[There's a chuckle and a shrug. Boyfriends. It sounds so... So big and so little, both at once. Silly and serious. Garrus wonders if they can make it work. He hopes they can.]
It does. And it makes you mine. So does that also mean you'd like dinner? The two of us.
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Dinner for two sounds good. As long as you don't forget I'm mine first.
[ He's trying not to be prickly, because he can't expect Garrus to just magically be able to tell when something's sensitive--instead he stands, offering his hand. ] You belong to you, Garrus Vakarian. I belong to me. If I ever want to change that--[ he shrugs. ]--I'll let you know.
[ He makes it clear with his tone that, despite being initially ruffled, he's not upset. In fact, he may or may not be looking forward to that date. ]
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Garrus takes Noh's hand and holds it, thumb running over its back as he looks into those sharp green eyes. He's not the only one afraid. Garrus doesn't want to be hurt, Noh doesn't want to lose... what, exactly? Freedom is Garrus' best guess. Individuality. Leaning in, Garrus presses a mandible to Noh-Varr's cheek before straightening back up and releasing his hold on Noh's hand.]
Tonight, then. There's a place that does a decent dextro noodle dish as well as a bunch of other noodle dishes I'm gonna assume are fine, if that works.
[They have time to figure things out. There's no rush. Or maybe they don't have time and they'll vanish the next day, but that just validates the lack of a need of rush. What time they have, they have.]