one of my favorite garashir seasonings is their mutual savior-complex-induced penchant for sacrificing themselves for the greater good and how that manifests in both hilariously fucked up and weirdly wholesome ways.

like julian meeting up with the former head of the obsidian order and one of the most dangerous men alive all by himself so that he can ask for some cardassian brain schematics and figure out what the fuck is wrong with garak’s brain (too many things). or garak having a round-the-clock panic attack in the walls of the prison camp to save their asses while two klingons culturally conditioned to venerate suffering and death nod on in approval and julian swoons and bites his nails and swoons some more. or julian in the holosuite like “we might die, sure, but what’s a little death among friends?” and garak being like “pretty sure suicide in a ferengi escape room with cum-stains that aren’t my own would cancel out every cool spy thing i’ve ever done with my life actually,“ and julian with his gun is like “bet” and garak just “you’re sexy and that means you’re right. let’s go die the stupidest deaths ever.” or garak trying to blow up the founder’s planet and himself and julian in the process and julian with his fucked up statistical probability brain not even batting an eye when he hears about it. “yeah that was a reasonable line of thought. anyway, this coffee is good.” insanity.

i like to imagine that after the war when the intensity has dialed down a few hundred notches, this tendency of theirs still manifests in these needlessly batshit moments where julian is like “ok but i feel like working around the clock to cure this disease all by myself makes sense even though it’s killing me” and garak’s like “maybe not, tbh. you’re not the only smarty pants, you can have help maybe? and i know this is sudden but i think i love you” and julian responds “we’ve been married twelve years. it is a little fast, but i love you, too. i guess i can live then or w/e. for love.” and at some other point garak is like “ok but i feel like flinging myself into this forty-foot pit to retrieve seven crying orphans and a regnar is a good idea because i was abused as a child” and julian with his huge brain is like “actually i think throwing a ladder down would be better, especially since i’m not a necrophiliac” and garak responds “oh you might be right. so no head at my funeral? cruel.” and on it goes until the therapy finally kicks in