"I tell you everything. It's just ... not that easy. It helps, but it doesn't entirely take it away."
She stared absently at her reflection. "The Council doesn't want me on any medication. They worry it'll damage my performance by changing how I act."
“If I didn’t have my healin’ factor, I’d have killed myself from how much I drank to cope. Or ate.
I don’t blame you… but you don’t have to do it. You can talk to me, Shep.”
She swallowed, glancing downward with something kin to shame. "I've.. maybe developed a habit of binging." She murmured. "Maybe it's the stress, the nightmares, the neverending trauma. I'm neglecting myself."
His own rough hands were just as gentle with her, moving down to rest on her stomach with one hand and her side with the other.
“I ain’t worried… well, not in a way I ain’t trust. But… ya have been sneakin’ off in the night more.”
"I find new things out about you every single day, Logan." She murmured, glancing over her shoulder at him.
She raised a hand, cusp at the curve of his cheek. As rough as her palm was, she was gentle as she held him.
"I—I really don't mean to make you worry about me, babe."
He couldn’t help but snort softly, chuckling to himself before kissing again.
“I’d have smelt if ya were- if ya could, anyways. There ain’t nothin’ wrong with you.”
Shepard sighed, tongue clicking against her cheek.
She paused. Her eyes widened. "Am I pregnant?" She grunted. It seemed the only logical explanation..
Until she remembered something. "Wait, I can't even have kids."
@PopGoTheClaws Thane knew he was. It was one of his last wishes that she would find someone else to ease her. In some sense, it seemed he was sent by Thane to her.
"I think so too." As gentle and collected as he was, there was a sense of cruelty and darkness to him. His humor was, at times,
@PopGoTheClaws Thane.. it was the one she was staring at prior to his arrival. She never truly got over him, but she managed to learn how to cope with the loss. Logan helped plenty enough, too—he gave her someone else to come home to, to continue fighting this terrible life for.
"No. Stay."
@PopGoTheClaws She paused to glance over at him. This seemed a daily ritual for her, though one she normally had done in privacy, not wishing the crew to see her vulnerability. With him, however? She allowed him to see weakness in her.
".. hey."
https://t.co/tG5jD1ltBs missiles & sirens have been blowing up my ears, shaking our walls & grounds since dawn. unfortunately I can’t keep myself calm and able to formulate words, hence I am going to log out until I’m mentally & emotionally stable. pray for the west asia.