Who: Arthur and Garrus. What: A favor, spy to spy. Where: Garrus's house. When: Sunday night. Rating: PG-13 at the highest. Status: In progress.
Arthur was angry.
Not outwardly, of course. He was rarely outwardly angry unless someone made him lose his temper in the moment, and that was a difficult thing to do. He could count on on hand the number of times it had happened.
No, this was the slow-burn kind of anger. The dangerous kind of anger. The same sort of anger that he felt towards Crowley, except this? This he could do something about.
He just needed a favor.
So he appeared, almost like a ghost, outside Garrus's house. He'd intentionally tripped the silent alarm, and was currently up against a lamppost, a cigarette between his lips as the smoke curled around them. Now all he had to do was wait.