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[calibrating]

In theory, no, there isn't. In fact, I'd advocate for it.

[Even if Glitch averts his eyes, Garrus' hawkish gaze continues to burrow through him, piercing through years and years of layers that the kid has built up to protect himself. It isn't the first time he's seen this kind of thing, and, sadly, he's pretty sure it won't be the last. That's what got Garrus the most during times of war and strife--the kids that got wrapped up in the mess that the adults caused but still couldn't handle.]

But there's a respect that has to come with it.

[glitchinthesystem]

[ His eyebrows arch confused at Garrus' words. Respect a gun? It sounded bizarre. It's like asking him to respect a robot or a piece of machinery. Why did it matter? It's not like they had feelings. If Garrus tried to convince him otherwise he'd just call them crazy.

There's a small shrug he gives as he finishes off cleaning the last part of the gun, not beginning to put it back together. His eyes still remain on the gun as he puts the pieces together and answers;]

It's just a thing. There's no need to get all sentimental about it.

[calibrating]

[Glitch, honey, probably not the best thing to say to an alien whose culture literally says that everything has a spirit attached to it.]

[But Garrus lets that part slide. What he doesn't let slide, however, is Glitch's flippancy about weapons and guns in general. A society that understands the concepts and consequences of war instills a healthy respect for what could happen in its people, and Garrus, as someone who's been on the front lines on some of the most horrific battlegrounds the galaxy has ever seen, has had plenty of time and reason to keep up that healthy respect.]

[It's with that in mind that he places a clawed hand on the gun and bends his head so his gaze catches Glitch's.]

Wanna run that one by me again?

[glitchinthesystem]

[ Oh no.

It's Garrus' stern and disappointed uncle look. Glitch falters a bit under the gaze, his usual expression of constant seriousness softens a bit, becoming more pouty as he shrinks away. His eyes look down and away mumbling a bit in agitation at the sheer closeness. Still, he grumbles back a; ]

Sorry.

[ But is quick to add; ]

Can we ...can we just get back to the lesson? [ because this guilt thing is not his thing and it's uncomfortable. Please stop. ]

[calibrating]

No, we can't.

[Stern and disappointed uncle is right, if Garrus' tone is anything to go by. He taps a single finger on the hilt of the gun and makes sure he doesn't break eye contact.]

Not until you actually get why I'm just a little upset right now.