“Hey…”
I awake to the sound of Shepard's voice. I glare at him, still upset. He rolls his eyes and sighs.
“You know, I really love it when you glare at me like that,” he says, “much better than when you're being snarky and adorable.”
“I’m not adorable.”
A small smile appears on Shepard’s face. He sits down on the couch, leaning back in his usual smug way. “Mmhm.”
I sit up, my head still a little sore from crying. My chest feels so much lighter now and a serine sense of calm and relief flows through me. I forgot how good it feels to just let everything out and cry.
“I’m not adorable, I’m...” pausing, I think about how to describe myself, smiling as the word comes to my mind. “Tenacious.”
“You never stop arguing do you?” Shepard smir
