The Commander’s eyebrows rose slightly. The scars aligning her face seemed brighter in some way. Admittedly, she wasn’t exactly calm, cool, and collected most of the time with the war heating up the way it had been for months now. For a second, she seemed exceedingly tired but it faded from her eyes when Jack closed the distance.
Her mouth opened slightly, as if to say something. If she was going to, she didn’t get a chance as soon she felt Jack’s mouth pressed firmly to her own. The kiss almost seemed to relax the vanguard and she brought a hand up to cup along the other’s jaw, holding her in the kiss until she could feel Jack pulling away. She hummed slightly, grinning a little down at the woman.
"Hey," she repeated, voice slightly hoarse before she cleared her throat. “Miss me that much did you?" she said, smirk curling the corner of her mouth. A low chuckle escaped.
Without a word, Shane was shucking off the jacket she had on, leaving her in the white shirt she wore under, N7 emblazoned on the chest. Dogtags glistened in the light of the cabin. She rubbed her neck, wincing slightly. Everything ached these days and there was no time to just let her body settle. She rounded around the other. She needed to get off her feet.
"Y’wanted t’ talk an’ we’ll talk. Though why we need t’ talk is beyond me," she remarked. Booted feet carried her down the stairs. She slung her jacket over the back of the couch then dropped down on it. Her boots were soon off and she didn’t even bother to move them from where they dropped.
For a moment, the Commander tried to loosen her body. She rubbed her palms into her eyes and raked her fingers through her hair. The scars were… different. They cracked her skin almost wider than before. She couldn’t explain it. Couldn’t explain the anger and the frustration.
With the jacket off, the scars along her arms were better seen as well. A few jolts of red glowed under the shirt, too, along her middle. She had non-glowing scars too but those were hidden by the clothes she kept on.
Eventually her gaze rose and caught Jack again. She waited.
A soft snort escaped the shorter woman when the Commander smirked down at her. One of Jack’s hands moved, sliding up to the woman’s cheek, only to shove it with her knuckles after a quick curl of her hand. It wasn’t rough, just enough to get a point across.
"Oh get that damn smirk off your face, asshole. What, you trying to tell me you didn’t miss me? Shit, if that’s the case, I’ll just pack my shit up and leave. How d’ya feel ‘bout that, huh?"
Despite her words, the biotic hardly sounded serious. If she sounded anything, it was just tired. Perhaps she wasn’t in the mood for the older woman’s teasing.
Her eyes followed after the Commander as she moved, and for a moment, even after the vanguard spoke, Jack said nothing. She seemed to be mulling over her own words for a moment, the slight movement in her jaw suggesting she was gnawing gently at the inside of her cheek on the right side. Eventually her body loosened, and she was right back to slouching, slowly trudging her way back down the stairs after the older biotic.
"That’s cause you’re an idiot," she finally remarked, a smirk appearing on her own dark lips as soon as the second word escaped. Within seconds afterwards however, all amusement was draining from her face, and she was turning to meet the Commander’s gaze once again.
"Listen, just,… Just shut up and listen, alright? You know I’m absolute shit at this talking crap, but I’ve got some things to say and if I don’t say ‘em I’m gonna feel like a pussy."
She paused after that, shifting on her feet before eventually just snorting, shaking her head once, lips parting afterwards to speak again.
"I never gave you a heads up about the shit the Alliance was pulling with me and my kids. I don’t know why I did it, but I did. In all that fucking time I was being the Alliance’s little bitch again, I never once told you what was up. Hell, knowing you you probably talked to them yourself, but fuck, that’s besides the point. I bailed. I didn’t tell you. And that’s fucked up."
She once again came to a stop after that, reverting right back to biting at the inside of her cheek, before letting out a hiss.
"Listen. What I’m trying to say here s… I’m sorry for fucking off like a little bitch. You’ve been my girlfriend for a fuckin’ year and I was acting like you were still just the dumbass that hauled me out of Purgatory forever ago. I don’t usually feel like shit for things I do or don’t do, but I did for that, as stupid as it was. So just,… Take it or leave it, or whatever. Just don’t say something that’ll make me regret it or want to punch you in the face."