A numbness in his arm jolts Joker awake. The empty feeling of nothing unsettles him enough for him to throw his other arm out in desperation. As his normal hand finds his palm, curled up under him. The contact of skin against numbing skin causes a prickling sensation to erupt and crawl across his numb hand. Groaning, Joker pushes himself up with his normal hand.

Grey uncomfortable couch fabric rubs against his numb arm. The prickliness increases tenfold. Fucking body. Can't fall, or run too fast without risking a broken bone, but he can't even sleep comfortably because of course his arm would fall asleep. Ugh. A sharp stinging appears in his arm and disappears back into the sea of minor prickly bites.

Once he's laying on his other arm Joker finally takes in his surroundings. At the table, Kaidan sits alone. An empty plate scraped clean in front of him, and a full plate just on the other end of the table. Was he waiting? Guilt stabs its jagged, ridiculously accurate knife through Joker's heart. He should really get back on a schedule. Rising with no plans, and nothing to do was getting awkward.

Why did Kaidan just wake him? He never had any problem doing that back when the ship actually needed a pilot. Though after EDI was installed they didn't really need him at all hours. That little fact still didn't keep Kaidan from waking him up first thing every rotation.

"Stop." Joker freezes. Kaidan's voice is stern. Who was he talking to?

"Well, Kaidan if I knew that sitting up puts you on edge I never would have attempted it. Pardon me as I lay back down and never get up again."

Horror fills Kaidan's face. "Joker?" He squeezes his eyes shut and pinches his brows. "I'm sorry. I didn't realize you were awake."

"Then who were you talking to?"

"No one." Kaidan's eyes dart back and forth. "Will you please sit up?" It was a pathetic, almost desperate plea. "You don't have to lay down."

Joker rolls his eyes. "Thanks for the permission major."

"And you don't have to call me that anymore."

"Decided you're done with the military?"

"I," Kaidan's voice breaks. He turns his head and gulps. When he finally speaks it sounds as if he's rushing them out. "I don't know." As if he knows the answer, but doesn't want to say it.

Shit so this was serious.

At a lost for words, Joker shuffles across the room. Clumsily he pulls out his chair. Plopping down with a thump that earns a flinch from Kaidan. Joker frowns. Kaidan's brown eyes widen as he notices the look. He immediately chooses to stare at the empty bar. Unsure of where to look the pilot stares down at his plate. An unsettling question worms it way into Joker's brain. Did Kaidan make this plate for him?

Joker lifts his fork. It shakes uselessly in his grip. Kaidan rises to his feet. "Excuse me." He announces already half way to the door.

The dismissal completely ruins his appetite. The dark muted grays of the room begin to feel like they're closing in on him. The little bit of food he managed to keep on his fork was barely a bite. Metal clinks against his teeth. As he swallows the food it becomes a hard lump in his throat. It claws at the inside of his throat, forced down.

Pushing the rest of his plate away, Joker leans back. He looks out the very large window next too him. Finally noticing the sounds of welding echo from outside. The light filtering in from outside was dimmed by the fact this room was facing west. Shadows still rule the room despite the sun rising on the other half of the ship.

Garrus never left him to eat alone.

A half finished plate weighs heavily in his hands. They were running low on food, and while they had found a few substitutes in the wilds around them, Joker knows he shouldn't be wasting this. Still, he couldn't swallow the few bites he had managed to chew on. He drops the plate off on the kitchen bar. The clinking of glass against metal sounds like a gun going off in the utter silence. Whispers erupt around him. Most of them are about him. Despite the lowered voices he can make out his name. Not even his nickname, but Jeff. Who fucking calls him Jeff? Apparently the people worried about him do. Often right before mentioning how horrible it was, what Garrus did. He shoots a glare at the loudest invidiual. They wilt under his gaze. Whispers die on their lips, while the others continue undetered. What should he do? Spend all day down here mean mugging people until they stop? It's a foolish thought. The loudest individual actually claims Garrus to be in the right, because how could someone so close to Shepard believe she's dead. Biting down on his tongue, Joker heads for the stairs. That's what he gets for picking a fight with one of the most popular members of the crew, about their leader. Whispers being traded like pokemon cards on a playground. As if he wasn't right there. His steps shrink in confidence as he heads towards his chair.

The cockpit shines with the early morning sunlight. Shadows of leaves decorate the little area, as the outline of them glistens around the room. It's warm as he steps under the glass. Nostalgia greets him like an old friend as he rests his hands on the back of his chair. Shepard used to set her hands on the back of the chair, when they flew through some of their more dangerous stunts. It was just to steady herself, but it felt like she was putting all of her trust into him when she did. It would have been safer to sit down and buckle up. Yet she didn't. She stood right behind him, leaving her fate in his hands.

Shepard trusted him, and he had trusted her.

"I miss you EDI."

If she was here right now she would tell him to go and apologize to Garrus. He ducks behind the chair as his mind goes back to Garrus' claws smacking against the biotic shield. Black clothed claws send blue sparks flying as they come down towards him. Claws brought closer to his head with every single strike.

Sliding into his seat Joker attempts to relax. The nice leather seat still outlines his body perfectly. As if made for him, which it was. His legs stretch into their usual position. Acting out on old habits, Joker starts turning the ships' main board on. He checks their fuel, still at half way. He'll ask Adams to double check that later. The power light twinkles with a green light. Colorful buttons all speak to him in a language he learned, but EDI lived in. Sitting here like this, looking at it all, well it feels like he's a little closer to her again.

It would almost be like coming back home if everything else wasn't so fucked.

Something's wrong with Kaiden, Garrus probably doesn't even want to see him, and now the crew is talking about him again for a completely different reason. Everything is shit.

Why can't Shepard just come back and make everyone behave normally again?

His heart starts beating faster in his chest. If there was anymore weight to it, it might break a rib at the rate it's going. It's her fault EDI's gone. If she had just made a different choice. Maybe there was a way to destroy the reapers that didn't leave everyone completely stranded on strange planets for months on end!

Anger flaring, Joker smashes his hands against his console. He lets out a hiss of pain, as the console lights up under his touch. Shaking his hands, Joker's head falls back. That stung. A little too much. "Knowing my luck I just broke a finger or something."

Selfishly he wants to talk to Garrus.

Garrus is still in Shepard's room according to the rumors. Plus Tali whose been the only person who has managed to actually hold a conversation with him. Once. Has he been eating? Does Garrus find it difficult to be alone, like he does?

Alright. He's doing it. At the very least to knock on the door and try. It's not like anything could get much worse.

Which is a thought he completely disagrees with when he's actually standing in front of the door. Caught between conflicting, and terrifying emotions.

Should he speak? Did he have anything worth saying? Would it be better if he just stayed silent? Could Garrus tell that it'll be him knocking? Would he answer if he knew it was Joker? Did he care enough to even still be mad?

Of course he would. This is Garrus. The guy could hold a grudge as long as the stick up his ass. Heh, he might've gotten a laugh out of the turian with that one. If he had actually said it out loud. Alright that it's. No more arguing, or bowing out. Joker raises his hand and lightly knocks on the metal door. All the hair on his body stands on end as he waits. Nervously, he stands there, head down, and waits.

Time seems to tick by on a clock he knows isn't there. Shepard liked some old things but she's never had a clock like the ones that used to appear in older movies.

"Joker?" He raises his head to see a very surprised Garrus looking back at him. Between how fast his heart was beating, and the surprising width Garrus' mandibles could spread, well they must be quite a sight. Honestly the pair of them were probably your typical deer in the headlights. Joker opens his mouth. Garrus bends over, making himself seem a little smaller. Despite the action, Joker could tell the turian's attention was still all on him. Blue eyes cling to his face as if answers were written on it. That's when Joker notices a distinct lack of markings on him.

"Your face paint."

"Ah, I have to reapply it."

"Oh." Joker lets out a nervous chuckle. "You kind of look naked without it. Well in the face area I mean." He quickly gestures to his own face to express the point.

"I kind of feel naked without it." Garrus raises his shoulders, hands still buried in the pockets of Shepard's N7 jacket. "And the armor."

"At least you have clothes on. I saw one of the gunneries walking around with only a pair of boxers on. Seriously some people on this ship are getting to comfortable." Joker throws his thumb over his shoulder as if the person in question was right behind him. They weren't, but Garrus still smiles.

"Wish I was comfortable." Joker's smile grows.

He pulls his hat down, hiding his eyes just beyond the rim. "Yeah. Must be nice."

Garrus hangs his head. Both of their smiles disappear. Shit should he have said something? He urges himself to say something! Anything! He has to save the conversation, but how? Joker hadn't even expected Garrus to talk to him. Fuck. Shit!

Panicking, the words spill out. "Garrus, I'm sorry."

That earns him a reaction. Garrus looks over his face, but avoids his eyes. "I was the one who attacked you." It's a small admittance. Now he knows he's not the only one who has felt like shit. At least they've both been moping after. He tightens his hold on the rim of his hat, and tries not to think about the way Garrus hasn't met his eyes.

"I said some horrible shit to you." Garrus doesn't argue with that. He doesn't do anything to acknowledge Joker's words.

That awkward silence settles back in. Joker taps his foot, as he looks at the floor, then the grey walls, before hitting the ceiling, and finally landing on the darken steps he had come from. Joker looks back at Garrus and sees a mess past his side. The pillow Garrus used to use was torn in several places. Fluff scattered around the jagged cuts. Due to Garrus' tough outer layer that's not much of a surprise, but the rest of the bed was entirely bare. No blanket folded over it, the extra pillows still gone. It's not a shocking, or upsetting sight, but it unsettles him all the same.

The dark atmosphere in the hallways wasn't helping. "Do you want to get out of here?"

"Yes." Garrus admits, voice cracking.

The first thing Joker does is raises the hood on the N7 jacket. It comes across about half way down the spikes that protect the top of Garrus' head. It won't hide him, but at least it will give him some privacy. Okay it won't even do that. Joker lets go of the hood. He stands flat on the ground, giving the tips of his toes a break. The pair of them first head down to the kitchens. After quickly grabbing Garrus' meal, the pair all but booked it up to the cockpit. There, they only had to deal with the awkward sentences. Plus the occasional other soul going in and out of the ship, talking way to loud for it to count as a whisper.

Tali stopped by for a bit. She must've been smiling because every other sentence of hers ended abruptly. Always accompanied by a long stare at Garrus, or himself. It only took Garrus and him promising everything between them was okay, before she finally headed off towards her next task. Ever the busy body. Liara even stopped and stared at them all the way across the command center. Garrus turned away from her and stared out the front window. The elongated hood, barely covering the back of his head from her gaze. Joker waved. She waved back. After that she looked down at her clipboard and walked off, whispering to herself.

It was long after the stare down that more people began stopping by. Some with words of encouragement. Most of them with questions for Garrus. Joker leaned back and tuned most of the visits out. Of course everyone was focused on Garrus now. He's been up and around, dealing with their stares and whispers meanwhile Garrus had locked himself into Shepard's cabin. Heh, he could start selling tickets. Mister popular's back in town.

"Can we go somewhere else?" Garrus' whisper pulls Joker out of fantasies where he's dressed like a circus master, announcing the great return to a crowd of their friends.

In reality he's still sitting in the pilot chair, Garrus perched in EDI's next to him. Thinking back, Kaidan had sat there once upon a time. Man those were different times. Joker doesn't even realize he's smiling until Garrus smiles back. "Yeah." Focus Joker. "Yeah we can go somewhere else." He digs his fingers into the ends of his seat. Where could they go? He swerves it around and looks throughout the rest of the ship. Everywhere else would be too loud, plus filled with nosy people trying to glean a bit of gossip. Pirahnas.

The cockpit is colder now. Despite all the warm bodies that have been moving in and out of it, talking with them. It's dark now. The sun has dashed off, stealing all their warmth with it. Shepard's room was probably just as cold. Joker glances back at Garrus from the corner of his eyes. No. They can't go back there yet. This is the first time Garrus has been out in how long? There has to be somewhere else they could go.

As if it were a god coming to answer all his questions, the moonlight filters through the trees above. It shines right on Garrus' chest. Not being a very religious person, but knowing better then to ignore a sign from space, Joker grins. "Would you be willing to follow me up to the roof?"

"The roof?" A chuckle plays at the back of Garrus' throat. It adds a new kind of warmth to his words. "The Normandy's roof?" He asks pointing a talon up.

"The one and only!" Joker announces. A groan filling the dead air between them as he stands back up.

Garrus stands. "It'll be cold." A soft click comes from his mandibles.

"Yeah that is what tends to happen when the sun sets." Garrus rolls his eyes.

"I have to grab something first." If he went back to that room alone, would he come back out?

"Let's go get it together." Joker rests one of his hands on Garrus' right shoulder.

It's a relatively short walk back to Shepard's cabin. One that's made longer by the fact people weren't avoiding the pair of them on sight anymore. The whispers were as popular as ever, but fuck it. At least they weren't just about him anymore. When they get back, Garrus slips inside alone. He leaves the door open, so Joker leans against it. A living breathing deterrent. Hah, he had called Hilary that once.

Sadness sweeps over him. Was she alright? Has she survived this mess? Where is she now? Joker pushes the thoughts aside as Garrus walks back to him with two giant black cushions. Those are from the couch.

"It's cold out." Garrus repeats.

Ah so it's to save their butts from being frozen off. Not bad but, "You didn't think to bring the blanket?"

Garrus clicks his talons together in a mimicry of a human snap. He heads back inside. Seconds later he's back outside with a large black comforter folded in his arms. "Mind carrying those?" Garrus points at the cushions with his chin.

Joker picks them up. Cheekily, he throws one of them ontop of Garrus' folded comforter. It weighs down the blanket. Garrus' head could actually be seen over the stack now. "I'll carry one of them."

They head back towards the stairs. Garrus pauses at the top of them. "Is it difficult for you to reach my shoulder?"

Annoyance flares across Joker's face. "I know turians are tall, but I'm not that short."

Garrus stares down at the cushion he's carrying. The bottom of his face rubs against it. "I was just going to offer my hand if it was too hard to keep yours on my shoulder." The alien admits shifting the comforter and the cushion onto his other arm.

Joker could feel his face going red. This time not from anger or annoyance, but embarrassment. He didn't need the help, but Garrus was being kind. The last time that hand was so close it was being swung down on the barrier that saved Joker's life, but they were making amends. Joker tosses his eyes back and forth as he weighs his option.

Ignoring his pride, Joker agrees. "FIne but I'm leading the way." He shoves his hand into Garrus' left one. "It was my idea to go out anyways." Garrus nods, as if to say, 'fair enough'. If that's what the turian truly meant, he doesn't state it. Joker rolls his eyes. He walks faster this time, in a little bit more of a hurry now.

If the whispers were bad before, they weren't even whispers anymore. The moment they had stepped out of the stairs, all eyes were on them. Joker had already been walking faster, but he now going as fast as he could. Garrus effortlessly keeps up without a word. The stack in his hands makes for a rather decent wall between Joker and everybody to his right. He uses the cushion in his own left hand as a stress toy. One he was currently gripping as tightly as he can.

When they get outside Joker stays in the lead. He hobbles over towards the very front of the ship. Garrus follows his lead. His mandibles open before squeezing shut. "Isn't this-"

"Where we just were. Yeah." Joker lets go of Garrus' hand. He presses his body against the ship. "Come on, give me a lift."

Garrus throws the cushion, and comforter onto the top of the cockpit. He leaps up after them, barely making a noise as he climbs. Once he was standing ontop of the ship, Garrus turns around. At first he offers a hand, but retracts it. Seemingly coming up with a better idea, he stands on the edge of the cockpit. Crouching down, Garrus places his hands into Joker's armpits, and lifts him up. That pulls a grunt out of the turian.

Joker pushes his hat all the way down his face to hide his embarrassment. What was he? A sack of potatoes? A child?! Who lifts another grown adult that way? Garrus doesn't seem to think twice about it as he sets Joker on his feet.

Garrus lays outs the cushions. They look like grey eyes on the Normandy. Joker laughs. Garrus smiles. The pilot takes the closer of the two, on the right. Garrus sits on the left, further from where he had climbed up. "Would you like this?" Garrus asks offering the comforter.

"Aren't turians super suseceptible to the cold?"

"I'll live."

"Oh drop the tough act for one night." Joker rolls his eyes. "We both know I already have." He mutters, bitterly under his breath.

"I just thought you wouldn't want me to close."

"Why because you tried to kill me?" Joker asks with a raised brow.

Garrus frowns, down into the blanket. "I-" his voice vanishes. Mandibles clicking and unclicking, Joker watches Garrus 'I'm a cool guy now' lose his words.

"Spread it around already will ya? I rather not end up a sid icicle up here."

"What?"

"It's an ice age reference. Watch some old Earth movies."

Garrus spreads out the comforter. Carefully he leans over to hand on end to Joker. The pilot snatches the blanket edge away. Quickly, he wraps his half of the blanket around him. Garrus slowly does the same. The comforter had been black on top, but underneath that classic N7 red envelopes them.

"She really brought into her order's marketing scheme."

"What? Oh the N7 colors on everything."

"Yeah. She even had that hold N7 sweat outfit." Joker remembers with a laugh. "Oh kind of like the one you're wearing now. Did she have two of them?"

"No."

"Oh."

"Yeah."

And let the awkward silence commence. Joker could practically time them at this point.

Thankfully Garrus did have something to contribute. "She didn't buy all fo those."

"What?"

"The red and black scheme. Anderson had the cabin on the first Normandy decorated. That was all of his stuff. Then when she was brought back, her new room had the same stuff. She thought the Illusive man had heard of her old room, and tried to replicate all of her casual wear and gear."

"So we can think a creep for everything Shepard personally owns being red and black?" Garrus shrugs. "Great. Just great. Now I definitely feel better about using this blanket."

"He's dead now."

"Oh yeah. At least there's that."

The awkward silence re-engages.

Understanding it's his turn to end it, Joker attempts some small talk. "Have you been eating?" Seriously? Where was his mind at right now?

"Enough."

"Did you hear that they're planning to do a test flight tomorrow?"

"No I hadn't."

The stars are beautiful tonight. Most of them were barely visible from many planet atmospheres. This one must not have a lot of cities, or destructive structures on it, because the sky above them was clear aside from the clouds. Joker could see hundreds of stars. It's rather nice.

"Why did you come back? I wouldn't have blamed you if you had avoided me forever." And there goes an actual peaceful feeling silence.

"Honestly Kaidan is driving me up a wall. He has no sense of humor anymore, and no matter how many conversations I try to start with him he's gone as soon as I open my mouth. It's like he can't stand hearing my voice or something."

"Sounds like he tired of your same old jokes."

"Hey I have plenty of new material. It's not like I have anything else to do to past the time. I haven't had anything to fly, I can't carry heavy shit, and no one really wants a guy doing stand up as they work on saundering a ship together in blistering heat."

"How uncultured of them."

"Tell me about it." Joker raises his glass of water. Garrus taps his empty talons against it for the desired clink sound. A smile sneaks onto his face. This almost feels like normal. It's just a little off. Something's missing, and no matter how much Joker tries to focus in on that little piece, it continues to elude his grasp. A snake that refuses to remain in it's handler's hold. Joker leans back. Giving up on capturing the missing piece, he returns to the more important of the two topics.

Frowning at Shepard's ceiling, Joker bites the bullet. "I'm worried about him Garrus. Sometimes when he thinks I'm asleep, or that no one can hear him, he starts talking to himself."

"Plenty of people talk to themselves."

"Except these aren't just quick remarks about the next task he has to do." Setting his cup on the ship's roof by his side, Joker folds in on himself. Hugging his legs to his chest he raises his feet. His toes bury themselves into the grey cushions they had carried up with them. He rubs the his shoulders with his hands, tugging his knees deeper into his chest from his twisted arms' hold. "I heard him say Ashley's name." Joker takes a gulp of air. The words have to push through the bile that coats the inside of his throat. "Shepard's too."

Joker side eyes Garrus. He carefully watches the turian's every reaction. With no idea how he would react to Joker even saying Shepard's name, the pilot wanted to see a warning sign before the beating starts.

Instead of a smack, or a snarl, Garrus' mandible simply stop moving. They don't flare open, or snap shut, but hang still. Clear blue eyes become narrow silts. His bouncing leg, plants itself firmly into the ground.

Garrus takes two minutes to ground himself. Two whole minutes. Joker knows, he coutned them. Finally following a weird croak, words come out, "What do you mean?"

"I mean I think he's talking to them. That he's seeing them, but I don't have proof."

"Have you told Chakwas?"

"Not yet. I was hoping that she would figure it out. I mean it's pretty obvious that he isn't doing well."

"I don't think any of us are doing well."

"Hey!'

"It's true."

"I'm not the one acting like The Dude on a nightmare fuelled acid trip."

"The dude?"

"From The Big Lebowski? It's an old human movie. This guy, the dude, takes drugs at the end of the flim and has some fun dancing with naked women."

Garrus' jaw clenches shut. Through gritted, whatever turians have, he speaks, "I doubt that's what Kaidan's seeing. If he's seeing anything at all."

"Hey I said nightmare fuel. Whatever he's seeing, it's scaring him."

"How do you know that?"

"Aside from Shepard, I've spent the most amount of time with Kaidan then anyone else on this ship. Well, I might have passed her considering this little vacation and her incident with the collectors." Garrus gives a curt shake of his head. "Fine, fine I won't mention it." Touchy. "Point is, he's got demons. Who joins the military and doesn't leave with them?"

Garrus and Joker pause in the exchange to think. "The monsters." They announce together in unision. Joker smiles. It's nice being back in sync with someone.

"If you think I can help, I will try." There he goes again. Slipping right into hero mode.

"Thanks, but I don't know what you can do." Joker looks up at the sky. This planet's moon is bright. Is this it's full moon phase? Did other planets have phases in their moons?

"Have you gone to any of the one on one sessions with Doctor Chakwas?" That was a strange question for him to ask.

"Where's that coming from Garrus?"

"Cause I'm worried about you."

"Glad to know I'm not the only one."

"What?"

"I've been worried about you too." Joker looks over to see Garrus staring at him with those ebig blue eyes. Honestly they might be crystals with how fucking clear they are. "Don't start getting misty-eyed. You were just a better roommate then Kaidan is."

"I've missed you too." Garrus replies with a huge smirk. He leans back on his own elbows, and looks up at the skies. "Do you want to move back in?"

"So long as you promise not to kill me." It was a joke. Mostly.

Garrus takes a deep breath and sits back up. For the first time since coming out of the cabin he meets Joker's eyes. "I promise Joker." His voice was way to serious. Again, it was a joke. Mostly. Yet Garrus swears as if he were speaking a great oath, like a knight.

Heh. Would that make him a lord? "Then yeah, I'll come back.

"Thank you."

Joker scratches the back of his head. The bottom of his hat rubs gingerly against his knuckles. "You ready to head back in?"

"Can we stay out here for a little longer?" Well that's a surpise.

"Why?" Aren't turians cold blooded? Wait, are they not? Okay he should have paid more attention in intergalatic biology. Yeah he got straight A's in the academy but clearly he hadn't retained all that easily learned information. What else has he forgotten?

"It's been a while since I've see the stars." Garrus' voice is soft as he looks back at the stars. He brings his legs up to his body. The turian spreads his hands out behind him, posing himself perfectly for the best view of the sky. There's a look of awe across his face.

Did he ever look at the sky like that? Perhaps once upon a time. Feeling wistful Joker playfully elbows Garrus. "Didn't take you for the sentimental type."

"If the aftermath of the war has taught me anything about myself, it's that I'm extremely sentimental." Wasn't he always? Why else would someone go on a revenge quest across all of Omega, if not out of sentimentalness and loyalty to the ones they lost on that world?

"Yeah, peace after a war tends to teach people a lot about themselves." Joker looks up as well.

"Almost as much as war itself." Sounding melancholic, Garrus returns to his star gazing. Joker settles into the silence, pulling the blanket further up around himself. It catches on the back of the cushion. If only it wasn't so long. "Joker," Garrus' soft voice catches his attention. He raises the hand closest to Joker, his left, towards the sky.

Immediately Joker pulls away. He could feel his eyes wide with fear as his heart hammers away in a flurry. Garrus freezes. His hand remains frozen in place as Joker stares it down. He was just going to point at some stars. It was for the stars. The reasoning works, slowly.

Garrus starts to lower his hand. Joker catches it by the wrist.

"Don't." Ignoring his heart beating against his ribcage, Joker raises Garrus' hand. "What were you going to show me?"

Garrus points at one of the dimmer stars. "If I'm looking at this correctly, that one should be Earth's, and Palaven's," he moves his arm north and to the west. "Should be one of those brighter ones." He encircles three bright stars clustered together above their heads. Joker stares at the trifecta of perfectly illuminated stars. You could draw a perfect triangle in the space between them. Well, EDI could. His hand eye coordination isn't the best.

They look at the starts together, laying comfortably on top of the comforter. The sides of it folded over their own. Black enveloping the dark red insides of it. Sort of like how their skin covers all their red blood. Well human's red blood. Turians' have blue or something right? Chakwas would know. The cushions make for decent pillows. For top grade materials, they weren't the most pleasant to use, but good enough. He could fall asleep with his head being supported by one. That was, if there wasn't a giant turian body right next to him.

Or maybe he could, he thinks with a yawn.