Garrus could relax now that he knew there was no threat of some sort of firefight, and so the hand that he had tensed and ready to draw his own weapon went slack.
He leaned a bit on the door frame, striking his best pose. "It always seems like one of us is following the other into hell, doesn't it? I suppose this time it was your turn to keep up.."
Play it cool. That was the plan. The night before hitting the Omega 4 had been one to treasure, as he'd hoped, but still managed to include a healthy dose of all that inter-species awkwardness that he'd feared. The wine and the music and-- hrrrn.
This was precisely what he was hoping she wouldn't be thinking of immediately. Because he certainly was. Spirits, that all came flooding back at once.
He didn't have very long to stress about it, however, as she approached him. Turians weren't known for their subtlety in regards to these things, and it took him aback. He had a problem reading humans sometimes, muddling through a vague understanding of how they operated. Mixed messages and other inconveniences. But there was no mistaking this. He just hadn't expected it from her. Not now. Not like that. Not right here.
Because that's what it had been right? The vids never really covered all the rest of it, regardless of how he felt.
Straightening up at once, the way he had been casually leaning on the frame was completely abandoned as he grew tense, mandibles pinned tightly as he set his jaw. Somewhere he had an inkling that his knee-jerk reaction to her might be offensive, considering her affections..
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He leaned a bit on the door frame, striking his best pose. "It always seems like one of us is following the other into hell, doesn't it? I suppose this time it was your turn to keep up.."
Play it cool. That was the plan. The night before hitting the Omega 4 had been one to treasure, as he'd hoped, but still managed to include a healthy dose of all that inter-species awkwardness that he'd feared. The wine and the music and-- hrrrn.
This was precisely what he was hoping she wouldn't be thinking of immediately. Because he certainly was. Spirits, that all came flooding back at once.
He didn't have very long to stress about it, however, as she approached him. Turians weren't known for their subtlety in regards to these things, and it took him aback. He had a problem reading humans sometimes, muddling through a vague understanding of how they operated. Mixed messages and other inconveniences. But there was no mistaking this. He just hadn't expected it from her. Not now. Not like that. Not right here.
Because that's what it had been right? The vids never really covered all the rest of it, regardless of how he felt.
Straightening up at once, the way he had been casually leaning on the frame was completely abandoned as he grew tense, mandibles pinned tightly as he set his jaw. Somewhere he had an inkling that his knee-jerk reaction to her might be offensive, considering her affections..
"Ah.. I suppose it has been.. a bit, hasn't it?"