fell asleep on.

[bottecellie]

sweet dreams.

Someone, whether it be a friend or a total stranger, has fallen asleep on you wherever you happen to be; you are a rather comfortable pillow to them.

What do you do?

From here.

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[brokers]

[Okay, so the shuttle is small, and the latest mission involved far more explosions than a routine pick-up ever should, even for the crew of the Normandy.

But the fact that Liara's actually managed to doze off leaning against a turian in armor can't be anything but a testament to just how many sleepless nights she's been pulling, between archaeological decyphering and managing her network.

Spoilers: it's probably all of them.]

ME3 spoilers kosher? just making sure, since I mention 'cortez'

[calibration]

[And he knows it, too. You forget, Liara, that he's known you from Day 1 on the good ship Shepard. And 'workaholic' is definitely a trait he can identify at a glance, let alone after three or some odd years.

Thanks to the armor dulling his sensitivity and the fact that Liara weighs less than her height in lead, he doesn't actually notice she's leaning his way until a good ten, maybe fifteen seconds after she's fallen asleep. And then he's letting out a quiet sigh (she really shouldn't work quite so hard...) and shooting a glance up toward Cortez and Shepard in the pilot and copilot's seats, respectively. They don't seem to be paying much attention. And it's not like Liara's hurting anything...

Unless she wakes up sooner, he'll be letting it slide until they're getting close to docking. At that point he quietly clears his throat, more rumble than cough and hopefully enough to get her attention without drawing attention. He'd shift his shoulder to jostle her awake, but he's half-worried that'll just be her cue to slide off of his armor and wake up on the floor. Definitely not Plan A.]

Spoilers are all good!

[brokers]

[She doesn't wake sooner, dead to the world in a way she wouldn't be were there anyone else in his place - save perhaps for Tali or Shepard herself. Her trust issues might be more well-buried than some, but they're still there.

Still, she starts awake at that rumble, jerking upright with an almost inaudible gasp that suggests the sound sparked some cue or another in her sleeping brain. It takes her a moment to recall her surroundings, and when she does, her cheeks darken and she scrubs a hand over her face, in that moment far more awkward young Doctor T'Soni than calculating Shadow Broker.]

Oh, by the Goddess. Garrus, I'm sorry. [It's low and muffled enough not to carry much beyond their seats, and her free hand describes a vague circular gesture that's probably meant to translate as 'for falling asleep on you like a five-year-old'.]

[calibration]

[At her gasp, Garrus steals another casual glance up at the cockpit, but it doesn't seem to have captured anyone's attention, something he's glad for on her behalf.

And then she's apologizing, and it's rare enough that the Shadow Broker herself is even half this flustered lately that he's letting out a barely-audible chuckle, mandibles flaring slightly in good humor.]

It could have been worse. I could have been Javik. [His voice is low and muffled like hers, although the way his voice carries, he has to put a bit more effort into it.]