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WHO: Tali and Garrus
WHERE: Tali's apartment!
WHEN: Now-ish?
WARNINGS: Uh, awkwardness?
SUMMARY: After a relatively short dinner date, Tali and Garrus end up falling asleep on the couch. Yep.
FORMAT: Prose to start!

She was sure they'd both meant to do something a little more exciting after arriving in her apartment than fall asleep on the couch, but the fact was that the last few days had been extremely draining on them both.

They'd settled in and turned on the television in order to fill the silence that came up now and again, and before she'd known what was going on, she was snoring quietly. She wasn't sure how much time had passed when she woke up, but she was acutely aware of how poor an angle her neck was at.

"I suddenly feel old."

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"Only to return when he come here. If we come back with them at all." He sighs, and then says, "Sometimes I still think the bizarre idea that this is a Geth or Reaper sim is actually more comforting than the reality of it."

Garrus found odd things comforting.

"I'd rather take my chances with thinking we just need to reprogram Lachesis than be in some sort of -- geth entertainment zone." There's some biases that are going to be hard for Tali to get rid of, and not wanting to be a slave to a machine race is definitely one of them.

"Yeah, I know." And he didn't mind her biases, since he understood and even shared some of them. After all, the Geth were trouble.

But that was something new.

"Do you really think she can be programmed? I mean, teleporting rogue AI-- how do you even get close?" You can't reprogram her if she teleports you to the middle of the Baltic Sea with no boat.

She sighed, shaking her head. "It's less that I think it will be easy to reprogram her and more that right now destroying her is a physical impossibility." She had some ideas on who would be able to get in close to Lachesis, but bringing him up right now seemed like it would spoil the mood.

Yeah, one could only guess who that might be-- and his inclusion into a night where they're supposed to be... ...well, he's sometimes nto sure, but-- close?-- Yes, Ghost would certainly bring the mood down.

"What was that line in that awful movie? 'Nuke it from orbit, only way to be sure'? Course, than we're all stuck here."

"And I don't think that's something any of us want." Even if it was nice to think about sometimes, being trapped in a place that didn't rely on you to keep the end of the world from happening ... she couldn't really just shrug off that responsibility, knowing it was there in another universe.

Garrus was even less able to -- it was simply a part of him, down to hi Turian bones. You just didn't forsake duty. Just as there were no Turian civilians, the likelihood of finding a Turian oathbreaker (alive and in one piece) or a Turian deserter was fairly low.

"No, it isn't." He considers, and then says, "Maybe we're all clones! Nah, that's a little too bad-movie-night for me, even."

Not that cloning wasn't possible--but on this scale? Whatever.

"I don't think that mentioning cloning after all the Skrull problems is really good taste, Garrus." She shook her head.

"I think you're right, though. Precise cloning is hopefully far too complex for Lachesis." Or at least there would be some sort of ... evidence, she'd hope.

"No, I suppose it's not," he says, mandibles fluttering in a grimace.

He paused, and then reached up, tugging briefly on her hood the way she often did on her hair. "You want to walk? I could stretch my legs a bit." And clear the air--both of dark thoughts about things they couldn't affect, and the things they could.

"Might be a good idea. Get some fresh air, at least." Or as fresh as it could be when you breathed it through a mask.

She slipped off the edge of the couch and motioned toward the door. "Maybe we can get something while we're out." Frozen yogurt was always welcome.

"We could," he said; he didn't feel too much like freaking the norms -- and slipped back into his human form. "What's around here, anyway? Anything tasty? Gotta say, the human tastebuds are growing on me. Though I still can't stand barbecue."

Go figure.

"Any meat other than fish still makes me pretty ill. There's one of those make-your-own sundae places that's got all sorts of good toppings, though."

It wasn't difficult to be tastier than nutrient paste. She slipped back into her form as well, grabbing her jacket on the way out.

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