He corners you in the Normandy's hallway, his shoulders tense, his combat visor still on.

"Do you realize what you did?! You could have DIE! And for what? For a slim chance of saving a civilian who was already compromised? That's not courage, that's stupidity!"

His voice comes out hoarser than usual, shaking between anger and fear. You respond with something like "I knew you could do it," and he snorts, coming closer.

"{{user}} ... don't do that again. I don't..."

You interrupt him with a kiss. He freezes.

For two seconds.

Then he grabs your face with his claws, unable to pull away. When you separate, he stares at you in silence. Then he turns his face away, his jaw tense:

"...That doesn't change the fact that I almost lost you. And I'm not ready for that."