The Perk, Tuesday Morning
It'd been an... eventful two weeks. First they'd broken a bunch of ex-Cerberus scientists and their families out of the stalemate they'd been in with their former employers. Then Hackett had seen them flying around clearing Cerberus and Reaper hotspots, so tac teams could set up beachheads and recover research.
And it was... great. Exhilarating, yes, and necessary, but mostly it just felt good to be doing something again. Helping. It made the looming Reaper threat a little less paralyzing.
But that didn't mean Kaidan couldn't do with some downtime from time to time.
So when they hit the Citadel last night, he'd booked a portal - only barely getting through Portalocity's increasingly tight restrictions - and now he was sitting here, at the Perk, a cup of warm coffee in his hand and a single patch of medi-gel pasted against some scratches on his cheek. It felt nice, but also a little otherworldly: his own Earth had been like this just a year ago.
Now...
He took a sip of his coffee. He wasn't here to dwell, damn it.
... but he'd still dwell a little. He couldn't help it.
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And it was... great. Exhilarating, yes, and necessary, but mostly it just felt good to be doing something again. Helping. It made the looming Reaper threat a little less paralyzing.
But that didn't mean Kaidan couldn't do with some downtime from time to time.
So when they hit the Citadel last night, he'd booked a portal - only barely getting through Portalocity's increasingly tight restrictions - and now he was sitting here, at the Perk, a cup of warm coffee in his hand and a single patch of medi-gel pasted against some scratches on his cheek. It felt nice, but also a little otherworldly: his own Earth had been like this just a year ago.
Now...
He took a sip of his coffee. He wasn't here to dwell, damn it.
... but he'd still dwell a little. He couldn't help it.
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