We're going to need a bigger boot.

It was... a day off from reaching the Citadel, and that made it a day for writing letters. Short ones, mostly, to Allie and to Jack, inviting them to come on down and hang out while Kaidan was on shore-leave anyway. Those weren't tough. They meandered a little, sure, but they mostly got to the point.

It was the last one Kaidan was having trouble with. To Shepard.

After Eden Prime... damn, that had kicked up some old memories. And he felt like... maybe... he should talk to Shepard about it.

And maybe... maybe talk to him about something... his friends were gonna laugh at him about. Maybe. Because he'd been thinking. A lot. And most of it... stuff he should be talking about in person. Probably. He leaned over the datapad, let out a sigh. "Right," he muttered. "Time to man up, Alenko..."

Maybe he should schedule Allie and Jack in for before this one. Just... in case he was being an idiot. He shut his eyes. Rubbed at the bridge of his nose. Okay. No more procrastinating.

Hey Shepard,

I don't know about you, but I could sure use a little breather. Next time we're on the Citadel, let me buy you dinner. We should try Apollo's. It's that little restaurant in the courtyard overlooking the Presidium.

Kaidan.

There. That was nice and non-offensive, right?

... Was it? Was he trying to be too cool, or--

Augh.

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