[Shepard prides herself on her toughness, physical or otherwise. But right now, after so long staring into the dark, wondering if she'd see him again or if this month would mean a separation of years, stealing hours in Nocwich or other midway-points, fighting the various governments for possession of someone who belonged more to her command, her crew, her damned heart, than any petty bullshit any of them had a hand in...
...She's cold, and exhausted, and she missed him like a lost limb. The way he just folds up around her is a homecoming, and Shepard allows herself the weakness to simply lean into him, to close her eyes and seek only comfort for a moment. Only warmth.]
Missed you.
[She whispers it, as if it were a secret. She's been pissy enough these past few weeks, it certainly isn't]
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...She's cold, and exhausted, and she missed him like a lost limb. The way he just folds up around her is a homecoming, and Shepard allows herself the weakness to simply lean into him, to close her eyes and seek only comfort for a moment. Only warmth.]
Missed you.
[She whispers it, as if it were a secret. She's been pissy enough these past few weeks, it certainly isn't]