“I was hoping for an emerald, you know,” Vega teased, sliding it on the ring finger of his left hand. “Apparently the building has very strict tenant policy,” Kaidan continued. James emptied its contents, a plain gold band, into his hand. He tossed a small plastic bag across the table. They should be calling back with the details in the next hour so. “Nothing exciting next door,” Alenko said, “but I got a message from Shepard. Kaidan looked from the fork, to James’ plate, and back again, eyebrows raised and a smile on his face. James dropped into the chair next to him and immediately began shovelling the food into his mouth.
Kaidan’s plate was washed and sitting in the drying rack, the man himself was sipping a cup of coffee while looking over a print out from one of the many machines. There was a pot of coffee and plate of French toast and bacon waiting on the counter when James, freshly showered and dressed, made it into the kitchen.
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