Teaser for a chapter that I’m sure has to get to the point at some time
Jane must have heard his amusement as her voice soon pulls him out of his reminiscing. “I feel left out on whatever joke you're laughing at.”
Vocals rumbling, he smiles at her. “We’re getting old.”
As she tosses her sleeping shirt away, she snorts. “Speak for yourself. I’m technically two years younger thanks to Cerberus.”
She smirks at him, hooking her bra closed in that backwards way she always does, and he huffs a laugh. “Anything to feel younger?”
“You know it.” He rumbles in amusement as he shakes his head in response and she stops midway through pulling up her pants. “You still haven’t told me just what brought that line of thinking on.”
He takes a moment to pull on his own light pants before responding. He’s pretty sure he’s read somewhere that humans - especially females - don’t like hearing about age. It’s something about being raised to think aging equates to being old, as if that’s simple, natural thing is a bad thing. He’s even found stories of females getting angry and offended by it. Surely Jane wouldn’t react the same, as she’s already so different for the other females of her species, but he still wonders about crossing those little interspecies lines. Even if he doesn’t intend to upset her, he’d much rather not run that risk in the first place.
When he feels her stare draw on long enough, he flickers his mandibles with a hum in his vocals. “I don’t know whether or not I want to continue this conversation.”
Jane snorts as she finally pulls on her shirt and begins to button it closed. “Don’t tell me turians are afraid of being reminded of ‘getting old’.”
“I was thinking more about humans.” He glances up from snapping his vest closed to see her raise a brow and clears his throat. “I heard… human females…”
That’s all she seems to hear as she starts laughing, struggling to control herself so she can speak. Grumbling, Garrus lets her have her entertainment as he finishes dressing and turns to the sink to grab his coarse brush to clean his teeth. At least, he thinks, she’s not still grumpy from being woken up, even if at his expense.
“Wow,” she says, shuffling behind his back. “You really think I’m like other human women?” He merely shrugs in answer, pouring abrasive oil onto his brush. “Garrus, you’re an idiot.”
“So you keep saying,” he says flatly in mock offense before starting to scour his teeth clean.
He feels her hand on his back as she leans over against his side and kisses his arm. “I don’t care about being told we’re getting old so long as you don’t say it like it’s some kind of plague.” She huffs a short laugh. “If you treat me like I’m contagious or should be ashamed, well, then I’m going to be pissed, but I’m not in denial. I know people get older, but like hell will I let that stop me.” He glances over to see her through the mirror and sees her grin before adding, “Hell, you and I can beat people with our canes if it gets to that point.”
