Drack has the ‘dad talk’ with Liam
“So, kid… You and Ryder, huh?
An innocent enough question, if it hadn’t been Drack asking. The ancient krogan stood leaning against the Nomad. A krogan who could very easily break every bone in his body, Liam reminded himself. Liam shifted his weight from one leg to the other, trying to get his brain working. He’d just woken up from a nap on his couch with a burning throat. All he wanted was a glass of nice, cool water.
Drack seemed to have taken a particular interest in Ryder, whom he referred to as ‘very trustworthy and pretty capable on the battlefield, for a squishy human’, and was looking at him with something of a glint in his eye, appearing casual but determined. Liam nervously rubbed his forehead. He wasn’t ready for this conversation. But the combination of being half asleep, a burning desire to get that drink, and just being Liam, made him decide to just address the unspoken question instead of playing along.
“You gonna ask me about my intentions, old man?”