~Garrus~

To say Garrus was enjoying Jane's time off would be a great disservice to all the pleasure he got from having her around. A few days into her leave with no word concerning her hotel room, he was able to convince her to give up on them and just stay at his place. Her agreement came with a promise to allow her to bring some food to keep in his fridge, which was fine by him so long as she was responsible for cooking her own meals.

At just about a week into her vacation, he has already taken her to some of his favorite dining places that serve both chirality options and found that not all places that are good at cooking Turian food are good at the levo dishes they cook. She quickly shook off any apologies he tried to give her at that, and assured him that 'you never know until you try it.'

He had also taken her to visit some of the local own shops that sold curiosities from every species' home planets. She seemed to enjoy looking into all the windows of the shops and sometimes going in to ask questions about the more curious looking items, often frustrating the shop owners with her childlike awe. After those shops, he took her to local sights that weren't typically visited by tourists, but were still something you could only see on the Citadel. One such sight was a viewport located on one of the market sections of the Lower Wards where visitors could watch large ships drift in and out of the docks.

Tonight, they had plans to catch a game of Clawball that she had showed interest in when she saw the advertisement a few nights back. He had explained what the game was and how it was usually played at the time of her declaration, but she just shrugged and dismissed any more explanation, saying she would figure it out as they went along.

Sitting down to the game in his most comfortable clothes and 'pajamas' for her, a bowl of some strange white crumbs of food for her and some Gourra for himself - that was fun explaining the small, hard fruit to her - he found her quickly catching on to the concept of the game. In time, she was cheering along with the crowd at every score and booing, throwing pieces of her food at the screen, at every bad call. It was definitely good to see her enjoying herself and relaxing, he thought.

She may not have wanted him to notice, but he could see the darkness to her skin that lay under her eyes. Now that she had had time to get proper time to sleep, and yet wasn't getting the rest she needed, he realized they were not just from the exhaustion she must have had her training. She was still having nightmares every night as well, though her reactions were less violent and quieter than that first night.

It wasn't as if he was listening in to her from his room when he worked at his terminal, but he couldn't help that Turians had better hearing than most. He assumed she knew of this fact if the first few moments in their morning meals where she would divert her attention away from him were any indication.

He didn't like that she kept it to herself, but he understood the want to know reveal all of the things that could make someone feel or seem weak in the eyes of another. He just wished that he could assure her that she shouldn't need to feel the shame that he say reflected in her eyes every time she looked away, but he respected her too much to say anything to bring attention to something she was trying to hide.

She would say something if and when she felt like it was time, he was certain of it. He just wished that she didn't have to keep torturing herself and could enjoy her time off. If distracting her throughout the day with anything from sending her messages and jokes from work to taking her to any store, restaurant, or sight he could think up, then so be it. He was proud to be the one to take that upon himself.

Being pulled out of his thoughts by a small whimper, Garrus looks over to Jane leaning her head against her arm rest and the game results playing across the screen. He stands up and takes her bowl from her lap, placing it on the floor far enough away so that neither of them would step in it.

Not touching her in case she tries to punch him again when she wake he speaks softly over the television, "Jane," she stirs a bit, "Jane wake up."

Slowly, she opens her eyes, squints at him, then laughs. "Damn, did I miss everything?" He shrugs, having not really paid enough attention to tell her one way or the other, and offers his hand to pull her up, which she takes sleepily. "Man, I'm getting old. Here, let me help clean up."

Before she can reach to her bowl he stops her and smiles, "how about you go to bed and I'll clean up."

Her face twists into confusion, "I can't sleep on the couch while you clean. How rude…"

He shakes his head, in exasperation and to show her the negative, and turns her towards his room. "How about you sleep in my room tonight." He has to push along her back lightly to keep her moving as she puts up resistance. She will eventually learn that he is more stubborn and patient than she is, but until that day, he will just have to make himself blatantly clear. "You haven't been sleeping well and I only need four hours of sleep in one sitting, so you take the bed," he says as he shoves her gently over the room's threshold.

His bedroom is slightly smaller than his living and kitchen area with the bed across from the door out into the center of the room, a desk with his terminal in the corner to its right, a small closet set into the wall to the left of his bed, and a door next to that leading to the bathroom. As she scans the room, her focus lands on the bed and she starts to laugh. "What's wrong with you?" he looks to her and asks. She definitely needs sleep.

"Garrus, you're bed looks like a bowl. I don't know whether I should be getting ready to sleep in it or drink soup out of it," she gets out through her laughter that seems a bit excessive to him. He doesn't really want her to fall out of the cheerful mood she's in so he looks to his bed to figure out what she means.

His bed is a typical Turian bed, a round bed that dips into the middle slightly set into a frame that creates a higher lip so that it can then be filled with pillows to help support the different shapes of the occupants' carapaces, fringes, and spurs. Okay, now that he looks at it, if the pillows are removed it looks like a shallow bowl. Shaking his head he smiles, "If you're done insulting my sleeping arrangements," she nods with a smile of her own. "It shouldn't be too bad and if the pillows bother you, you can remove them and it should more resemble a human style bed, just with a slight curve."

She yawns, "Thanks, I'm sure it'll be fine," she pats him on the forearm, "stop fretting. I've slept in worse places back at ICT, so I think I can manage a pile of fluffy pillows. Now let me just brush my teeth and then we will see how this bed stakes up." Heading to her bag in the other room she grabs something and then heads into the bathroom to clean her teeth like he's seen her do every morning and evening.

Finished with her cleaning a few moments later and jumping in the bed, he hears a muffle but had no clue what she's saying. "What?" he questions.

"I said," she turns her head out of the pillows, "I stand corrected, this bed is amazing." She wiggles deeper into the pillows. "I'm not leaving here, tell the Alliance I quit."

He laughs as he turns off the lights and closes the bedroom door with hopes that tonight she will get the chance to sleep peacefully through the night.