[ Kaidan has his suspicions about Shepard's current state, but it's not until Admiral Hackett hits him with a How's Shepard? to his comm in the middle of shopping that his suspicions are confirmed. On my way to check he replies with Spectre clearance so his message will go to the top of admiral's pile. Keep me posted is the nearly immediate reply.
He's not the only one worried about Shepard. That makes Kaidan feel better, less of a mother hen and more like he's onto something here, something important. No one could survive what Shepard went through after the London FOB and come back okay—and there's no shame to it. If he has to cook Shepard a steak every day so the man remembers to eat, that's just fine.
Bittersweet to remember all this cooking takes place in Admiral Anderson's kitchen. That too must be yet another weight on Shepard's shoulders nothing but time will help heal. ] Good. Be a shame if malnutrition finished what the reapers could not. [ Kaidan's field medic training kicks in as he quietly observes Shepard while unbagging everything on the counter—a bit peaky, the sort that comes from poor sleep and mental fatigue. This man needs a hearty home-cooked meal, stat. But first. ] Nah. [ He uncaps one of the beers, handing it over to Shepard. ] We're all famous now too. Had a man from Earth thank me for saving it. Said he didn't get to pull out his family in time, was worried sick in a colony he later had to evacuate. Said when he got back to Buenos Aires he found them all, hale and hearty.
That's why we do this job, isn't it? He asked me to thank you too. [ You matter, Shepard. ]
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Date: 2025-02-11 07:46 pm (UTC)He's not the only one worried about Shepard. That makes Kaidan feel better, less of a mother hen and more like he's onto something here, something important. No one could survive what Shepard went through after the London FOB and come back okay—and there's no shame to it. If he has to cook Shepard a steak every day so the man remembers to eat, that's just fine.
Bittersweet to remember all this cooking takes place in Admiral Anderson's kitchen. That too must be yet another weight on Shepard's shoulders nothing but time will help heal. ] Good. Be a shame if malnutrition finished what the reapers could not. [ Kaidan's field medic training kicks in as he quietly observes Shepard while unbagging everything on the counter—a bit peaky, the sort that comes from poor sleep and mental fatigue. This man needs a hearty home-cooked meal, stat. But first. ] Nah. [ He uncaps one of the beers, handing it over to Shepard. ] We're all famous now too. Had a man from Earth thank me for saving it. Said he didn't get to pull out his family in time, was worried sick in a colony he later had to evacuate. Said when he got back to Buenos Aires he found them all, hale and hearty.
That's why we do this job, isn't it? He asked me to thank you too. [ You matter, Shepard. ]