Shepard sighed and pinched the bridge of her nose, attempting to prevent a migraine from fully brewing. "I am so pathetically out of the loop. I appreciate all the info, Kaidan--I really do--but...does the Alliance think I'm done? Is my recovery just the preamble to forced retirement?"
"Of course not," Kaidan said. "Everyone just wants to give you the time and space you need to--"
"Keeping me in the dark about things like this isn't helpful," Shepard said.
"Do you not trust the Alliance to do its job without you?" Kaidan asked.
"They couldn't before. Can they now?"
An awkward quiet settled around the table. (Jack was able to smother an agreeing chortle in response to Shepard's call-out.)
"We've managed so far," Kaidan said evenly. "Look, Shepard--the galaxy is still reeling from the war. Hell, most of the mass relays remain offline. You might be the first human Spectre, but currently I'm the only active human Spectre, and I have both Earth and stranded galactic forces to worry about. It's messy out there, and I'm cleaning up the best I can."
Steve discreetly placed his hand on Kaidan's knee beneath the table. "She knows, Kaidan. We all do." The shuttle pilot turned to look at the commander; her green eyes softened. "He hasn't taken a day off since the war ended, Shepard. I don't say that to guilt you. We all need you to heal--physically and mentally--no matter how long it takes. You always went around helping others, literally putting everyone except yourself first for years. We know how you are--that's why everyone's been trying to deal with problems and do our jobs quietly. Even if you think the Alliance relies too much on you--and to be clear, they did and still might--can you trust that your friends are caring and competent?"
Shepard sighed. "Alright," she said, then turning to Kaidan and adding, "Sorry, Kaidan. I didn't mean to--"
Kaidan exhaled a breathy laugh and held up his hand to stop Shepard from continuing. "It's alright, Shepard. Frankly, you're taking your extended leave better than I would. I remember how hard it was just being in Huerta Memorial for the short time I was there. I'd be upset, too."
"I'd be fully insane if it weren't for these two," Shepard said, motioning to Tali and Garrus respectively.
"I'd say you're plenty insane already," Jack quipped.
"She's not wrong," Garrus muttered.
Shepard narrowed her eyes at her boyfriend. "Whose side are you on?"
"Yours, sweetie," he replied all-too-sincerely. Tali laughed while Jack groaned and nearly fell out of her chair as she leaned (too) far back.
With the official Spectre business mostly concluded, the evening's tensions dwindled as friends decided to simply spend time with one another. Shepard ordered Aralakh BBQ delivery for herself, Jack, Jason, and Kaidan, while the non-biotically inclined among them partook in drinks.
James gave elaborate anecdotes about his N7 training--and when asked by Tali why he was in Kaidan's supposedly all-biotic special ops company, he revealed that he was researching best practices on how non-biotic soldiers could support their biotic teammates.
"The manuals rarely said a thing about how biotic soldiers needed support," he said. "After being on the Normandy, I've had a few experiences fighting alongside powerful biotics. Brass approved the project once I completed my N7 training."
"Any dazzling insight, Vega?" Garrus smirked.
Without missing a beat, James replied, "Always have snacks. No squad benefits from having a hangry biotic."
"That's...not half-bad advice," Tali admitted. Garrus and Steve nodded in agreement.
James, Steve, Garrus, and Tali then sat at the poker table to start up a friendly game (with minimal credits on the line); meanwhile, the BBQ arrived and their biotic companions got down and dirty with the spiced, saucy Krogan fare.
"Oh, Jack," Shepard said, wiping Tuchanka sauce on the back of her hand, "I meant to ask--where's Eezo? I thought maybe I'd get to fetch with something other than a frying pan next time I saw you two."
Jack finished chewing a massive bite of jerked mawling before replying: "Boy Scout said one biotic bitch was enough for his lil' squad--"
"I did not say that," Kaidan hastily interrupted, brown eyes wide in horror. (Shepard and Jason chuckled at the Canadian's expression.)
Jack continued, "--so I left Eezo with your Dadmiral once I set off with Prangley."
"Dadmiral?" Shepard laughed--before realization descended onto her expression and she asked, "Wait--do you mean Anderson?"
Jack cackled, cleaned the last shred of mawling from her skewer, and spoke with a full mouth: "Course I do. Wha' else'm I gonna call 'im?" She swallowed the hot meat and continued, "He talks about you like a goddamned dad at some sport game. If he could display your damn medals like a biotiball trophy, you bet your ass he would."
Jason wiped his mouth with a napkin before piling his fork with more Tuchankan slaw. "If Admiral Anderson is Commander Shepard's dad 'cause of how often he mentions her, that must make Lieutenant Sanders your mom, Teach," Jason said. Shepard and Kaidan chuckled. Just as Jason smiled triumphantly, Jack flicked a biotic pulse that launched the take-out carton of slaw into his face.
"Hey!" Jason cried. The ensign scrambled immediately to clean the mess, loathe to sully the Commander Shepard's apartment with food stains.
After dinner (technically Jack, Jason, and Kaidan's second dinner), the biotics filtered into the back room to heckle and cheer on the poker players. Tali had already folded but remained seated at the table, casually looking through her omni-tool's inbox.
"We can deal you in next game, L2," James offered.
Kaidan laughed. "I think you've fleeced me of enough credits for one day, Vega."