bashir picking up klingon takeout on his way to garak’s and watching old Lizard movie musicals with him, universal translator off so he can just enjoy the costumes and dancing without worrying about the terrible propaganda. eventually falling into a peaceful federation sleep full of easy dreams on top of him before the thing is even half over. garak lying awake and stroking bashir’s hair, lost in his own dreams with Lizard ginger rogers and the songs he knows by heart