Finished the chapter just in time for Joker Week 2018 and Iâm subtiming it for Day 3 (I know, I know, really late), because this is the story of Joker and my Shepard. @alyssalenko, @juleshawke you guys keep being amazing and @starsandskies you are the best cheerleader and advisor, I love you.Â
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An hour and counting and she was still inside. He glanced at his holo-clock, trying to hush his need to see if she was fine. Mâkay, just ten more minutes, he thought rolling shoulders and neck, trying to give his back a break. His hands worked at the same quick rhythm as his brain, biting the inside of his cheek as a lightning rod for his anxiety. He started bouncing his leg, his boot tapping against the metal panel with regular, dry clinks.
âJoker youâre driving me nuts. If you need to go to the bathroom, just go! Your shift is over,â Pressley bristled with irritation, standing next to him.
He jumped, startled by the scowling. âEr-I still have three more minutes of shift, sir.â
âNo, you donât. RamĂrez is already there, see? Go!â
Faces with puzzled expressions greeted him from the other stations, as he relinquished control with a shit-eating grin plastered on his face for the first time in his life. Truth was that he couldnât wait any longer.
He passed through the bridge and the CIC as fast as he could, the lines of his face shifting to a concern that pooled in his gut, as he remembered the sight he caught of her before she stepped into the Mako and stayed there. For an hour. Damn . He shook his head as he went down the stairs, carefully, one step after the other until he reached the Mess, darting to the elevator. Curious glances followed him in his way, brows rising in acknowledgment, yet nobody said a word. Once inside he pressed the button to set him in motion to the Cargo Bay, resting his back against the wall. Did any of that have to do with how upset Liara seemed to be after they got back?
Because he remembered the red rimmed eyes of the asari and the way she almost heaved her own weight back into the Normandy, her shoulders drooping as if she had been carrying Wrex on her back. And Shepard. The defeated look on her face standing next to Liara, hesitantly touching her shoulder, the insinuation of a word left unsaid, all those signs making him feel uneasy. He tsked in annoyance, feeling, and not for the first time, like an outsider when it came to the ground team, having to put pieces together by his own means or maybe rely in idle chit-chat when the opportunity arose. When it came to Shepard, he cared about being leaving in the dark, maybe too much if he had to admit it.
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