He won't need more than that to get it, she hopes. He wasn't there, of course, didn't see it the way Liara, or Joker had. But it didn't take too much imagination to get what was implied, not when he'd seen her... Shit, he'd seen the whole damn episode, hadn't he? Had she ever just, lost it like that, right in front of him, before? In front of anyone, come to think of it...
Shepard finally lets go of him, just so she can scrub both hands down her face. Great. Humiliation was just what this needed. And to add insult to injury she's even sorry to let him go. Holding hands, what's next? But she isn't getting up, at least, not yet.
Her hands are shaking, and she can't quite seem to catch her breath. That had felt a little too real.
"It was weird. Intense," It feels like making an excuse; but if there's something wrong here more than her own stupid trauma, she'll take the idea for a distraction if nothing else, "Hit me like the Prothean Beacon, just— wham."
Actually, maybe it was a bit strange, come to think of it. Shepard knew her triggers, knew how to control her reactions, hell, she was proud of that control, had worked hard to achieve it. Something that could be mistaken for a seizure was completely outside the bounds of acceptability.
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He won't need more than that to get it, she hopes. He wasn't there, of course, didn't see it the way Liara, or Joker had. But it didn't take too much imagination to get what was implied, not when he'd seen her... Shit, he'd seen the whole damn episode, hadn't he? Had she ever just, lost it like that, right in front of him, before? In front of anyone, come to think of it...
Shepard finally lets go of him, just so she can scrub both hands down her face. Great. Humiliation was just what this needed. And to add insult to injury she's even sorry to let him go. Holding hands, what's next? But she isn't getting up, at least, not yet.
Her hands are shaking, and she can't quite seem to catch her breath. That had felt a little too real.
"It was weird. Intense," It feels like making an excuse; but if there's something wrong here more than her own stupid trauma, she'll take the idea for a distraction if nothing else, "Hit me like the Prothean Beacon, just— wham."
Actually, maybe it was a bit strange, come to think of it. Shepard knew her triggers, knew how to control her reactions, hell, she was proud of that control, had worked hard to achieve it. Something that could be mistaken for a seizure was completely outside the bounds of acceptability.
"...What the hell set it off?"