here’s something quick and dirty (it’s sfw, just messy) that i never wound up using, set during shepard’s house-arrest prior to ME3. i have no idea when i wrote this! shepard is, as usual, saintly shepard. thanks guys~ (also, i love bailey. what a guy.)
Shepard opens the door with a jaunty swing, and one corner of his mouth quirks up.
“Bailey-bear, ain’t you a sight for sore eyes.”
The Commander gives him a withering look, but steps inside when Shepard moves out of his way. “I swear, the longer they keep you holed up like this, the braver you get, and that’s saying something.”
Shepard only waves a dismissive hand at Bailey and turns on his heel, heading further into the apartment and plucking a few paper cards, littered with his doctor’s scrawl, off a small table. “Here’s groceries,” he says and waves them, waiting for Bailey to catch up to him before he hands them over. “And yeah, you know, gotta keep it fresh. I figure if I’m annoying enough, maybe Anderson’ll get me out of this dump.”
“Some people might consider a free apartment with no living expenses a gift, Comman – up, I mean.” Bailey hesitates and Shepard watches the conflict happen on his face, chewing on the inside of his cheek when Bailey only shrugs. “Shepard.”