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Well, that was it.
No more laying around, thinking. No more searching for mentions of his students on the internet. No more Shepard coming in to visit him while he was half-drugged, being enough of an asshole to let Kaidan stumble through flirting with him because...
... Yeah.
He wanted to blame that on the half-drugged part, he really did. The problem with sitting around thinking for this long was that it became harder to hide from yourself.
But now? Now, he had something else to worry about.
He stared out the window. One thing was for sure: they hadn't spared any expenses getting him to a good hospital. Not a lot of places on the Citadel could boast having a perfect view of the Presidium, but Huerta could. Funny. A year ago, five years ago, he'd have been grateful for that view. Awed, even.
Now it was just another reminder that while he languished here in relative safety, his people were out there. Taking risks. Dying, getting hurt. He'd been looking... for a little while now, but he'd have been worried if he had been able to find them in that time, and--
Footsteps. He looked away from the window and found a familiar face watching him. That one merited a smile, if nothing else. ( Hey, Shepard. If you came to spring me, you're late. )
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No more laying around, thinking. No more searching for mentions of his students on the internet. No more Shepard coming in to visit him while he was half-drugged, being enough of an asshole to let Kaidan stumble through flirting with him because...
... Yeah.
He wanted to blame that on the half-drugged part, he really did. The problem with sitting around thinking for this long was that it became harder to hide from yourself.
But now? Now, he had something else to worry about.
He stared out the window. One thing was for sure: they hadn't spared any expenses getting him to a good hospital. Not a lot of places on the Citadel could boast having a perfect view of the Presidium, but Huerta could. Funny. A year ago, five years ago, he'd have been grateful for that view. Awed, even.
Now it was just another reminder that while he languished here in relative safety, his people were out there. Taking risks. Dying, getting hurt. He'd been looking... for a little while now, but he'd have been worried if he had been able to find them in that time, and--
Footsteps. He looked away from the window and found a familiar face watching him. That one merited a smile, if nothing else. ( Hey, Shepard. If you came to spring me, you're late. )
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