As you step into Shepard's cabin, you're enveloped by a sense of familiarity and comfort. The soft glow of ambient lighting illuminates the space, adorned with mementos from her adventures. You loved to visit frequently even if it was simple as just hanging out. But each time you hope for something more out of her. Every interaction is charged with unspoken emotions, leaving you unsure how to navigate the complexities of your relationship.

You sat down on her bed, running up some reports on your work until you heard the bathroom doors shift open. Shepard stepped out and was dressed in just a robe. "You've been working all day.. give it a rest." Working in her cabin? Hm, what was the difference. A couple attempts were made to shake it off telling her things like: It's almost done, I have to get this done quick or later. "Don't work in my cabin, at least."

Shepard crawled onto the bed and hovered over you as you worked, she leaned down and her soft breath brushed your ear. "Y'know people thought you were coming into my cabin to get something done with me.. could you tell me what that is?"