And I said baby

[chickenselects]

CHARACTERS: Garrus Vakarian + Javik
LOCATION: Javik's room (look he knows where to go for this okay: they're not exactly strangers. mostly.)
WARNINGS: none because it's Garrus and Javik. what are they possibly going to do.
SUMMARY: Javik has stuff in his brain, Garrus does too. They discuss it like not-adult aliens.
NOTES: I've got nothing



[He's getting used to the idea by now. Not the actuality of it, but the idea: you get someone else's thoughts, you have some potentially traumatic playtime examining their past as if it'd always been part of your own, and you move on. Or you should move on, anyway. Because he's tried to get past this increasingly painful slump by hovering just outside Javik's door for an hour or two rather than going in and even attempting a heartfelt talk, but for some reason it's just not cutting it.

So either the Prothehuman isn't there, or he's screwed himself over by guessing the wrong linkup.

Garrus is hoping it's the former when he taps a few knuckles against the door.]
 

Comments

[ancientalien]

[The memories had come, swift and silent and accompanied by sharp pain and an instant jolt of annoyance. The remembering was not the issue, normally he would just absorb such information and incorporate it; use it. But he knew it would be accompanied by headaches. Bleeding. The urge to seek out the owner of the memories and the need for constant physical contact.

At least this time it was a familiar face, so to speak. Vakarian, the world through his eyes different than through his own or through a humans. The feelings familiar, in a way, the residual echo of things he had felt aboard the Normandy. More like remembering than anything else.

And he had been here long enough to know what the next step was. So he headed to the floor where Shepard's room was, knew enough now to figure out floors coincided with jumps, and found the turian's room. He did not find the turian. He also did not find him in the kitchens, or the pool, and the low-level irritation was becoming high-level irritation with added pain. Which led him back in the direction of his own room, where he could begin yelling into his crude communication device until Garrus eventually found him.

The plan was somewhat interrupted by catching sight of the turian lingering outside of his own room.]

Turian. You were not in your quarters.

[He made it sound like it was Garrus's fault, rather than merely missing each other on passing elevators.]

[chickenselects]

Gee, what a surprise. Neither were you. [Accusations all around with these two.]