[Garrus is mid-groan, mid-thrust, even, as the door is shoved open. His first thought is relief that it's not Wrex. He'd never hear the end of it. But then his brain fires a spark or two and his initial embarrassment - he's naked with his partner pushed against a table, after all - transforms into something a bit more complex. Need. If there's need... it's the chip. And he had offered, had meant it, and Garrus gets the beginnings of a handle on himself as he pulls out, hand resting on Thane's lower back.]
Uh. Right. Yeah.
[Except Thane's here, and to leave him like this would be nothing short of horrible. He takes a breath, looking between his lover and the scientist and trying to figure out if the idea he's got forming is going to blow up in his face. Garrus looks at Thane, a little nervous.]
Do we... We can't...
[Can't leave an ally to the city. Can't risk Mordin's brain being messed with more. This is crew.]
no subject
Uh. Right. Yeah.
[Except Thane's here, and to leave him like this would be nothing short of horrible. He takes a breath, looking between his lover and the scientist and trying to figure out if the idea he's got forming is going to blow up in his face. Garrus looks at Thane, a little nervous.]
Do we... We can't...
[Can't leave an ally to the city. Can't risk Mordin's brain being messed with more. This is crew.]