[ kaidan sleeps, but that isn't exactly good news; on good nights, he dreams of beer and sunshine in vancouver, on bad nights... well. on bad nights, there's the sound of static in his ears, of ashley's last words, the loud crack of bone and the grip of an ai, but most of all, of shepard getting spaced. when he starts out of bed, adrenaline ripping its way through his veins as it looks for an outlet, he heads for somewhere he can let it out. sometimes it's with vega, other times he comes up empty handed.
the normandy is a relatively quiet ship, it's true, and that's something that always surprises kaidan. with everything that's happened — everything that's going to happen — he half expects more people to go without sleep. but maybe they have better survival instincts. he knows the doc would throw a fit if he ever admitted to actively avoiding sleep sometimes.
this time, it's exhaustion pricking at kaidan's nerves. coffee shouldn't be his go-to beverage (nag, nag, nag, he can hear the doctor already), but it is. sometimes a cup of something warm does just the trick. or, well, it does when frayed nerves are the symptom.
too bad he rounds the corner with that remedy in mind and nearly smacks straight into shepard. timing, alenko. ]
Commander. [ his tone matches his expression; something akin to a deer in headlights that gets quickly smoothed away. ] Can't sleep?
[ well, that's sort of obvious. a sheepish sort of look crosses his features the moment the question leaves his mouth. maybe he can blame it on being tired, if he's lucky. ]
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the normandy is a relatively quiet ship, it's true, and that's something that always surprises kaidan. with everything that's happened — everything that's going to happen — he half expects more people to go without sleep. but maybe they have better survival instincts. he knows the doc would throw a fit if he ever admitted to actively avoiding sleep sometimes.
this time, it's exhaustion pricking at kaidan's nerves. coffee shouldn't be his go-to beverage (nag, nag, nag, he can hear the doctor already), but it is. sometimes a cup of something warm does just the trick. or, well, it does when frayed nerves are the symptom.
too bad he rounds the corner with that remedy in mind and nearly smacks straight into shepard. timing, alenko. ]
Commander. [ his tone matches his expression; something akin to a deer in headlights that gets quickly smoothed away. ] Can't sleep?
[ well, that's sort of obvious. a sheepish sort of look crosses his features the moment the question leaves his mouth. maybe he can blame it on being tired, if he's lucky. ]