[ Garrus tears an amused breath from him. He's always appreciated that capacity Garrus has to make him laugh.
Noh-Varr volunteered for murder. The fear and pain go hand in hand with it. Maybe Noh-Varr's just too used to survival. ]
Then I'll stay.
[ He has little to offer; not even a flower. His presence is apparently enough. Garrus isn't much of a pillow, but Noh-Varr knows by now where to lay his head, his temple on the rim of Garrus' cowl, his nose tickling the turian's jawline. With his hand tickling the back of Garrus' fringe, he invites the other man to lower his head to the curve of his shoulder. He passes the flower Garrus gave him between his fingers idly; it's a relaxing gesture. He doesn't want Garrus to be his strength. He wants to be his own strength.
Hopefully he'll realize that isn't possible before it's too late. ]
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Noh-Varr volunteered for murder. The fear and pain go hand in hand with it. Maybe Noh-Varr's just too used to survival. ]
Then I'll stay.
[ He has little to offer; not even a flower. His presence is apparently enough. Garrus isn't much of a pillow, but Noh-Varr knows by now where to lay his head, his temple on the rim of Garrus' cowl, his nose tickling the turian's jawline. With his hand tickling the back of Garrus' fringe, he invites the other man to lower his head to the curve of his shoulder. He passes the flower Garrus gave him between his fingers idly; it's a relaxing gesture. He doesn't want Garrus to be his strength. He wants to be his own strength.
Hopefully he'll realize that isn't possible before it's too late. ]