"You’re the one from this galaxy so you’d be the one to know what the next holiday is." He tilted his head downwards, looking at Steve’s arms before looking back up. "You just want to get your hands on foreign tech."
"One, that would require me to actually keep track of dates. I haven’t done that much since it makes the time I spend down here feel longer. And, two," Steve leaned in, pressing their foreheads together, "while the idea of foreign tech is exciting, I actually did it because I like giving gifts to people I love."
Despite the somber words, James gives a reassuring smile, then he reached over to put a warm hand on the others shoulder. There were no words, simply his smile, a hand on his shoulder then a nod of his head. James did speak however after a moment of silence.
" I know you, Esteban. I know you. "
"Yeah, I guess you do." Steve smiled, one corner of his mouth quirking a bit more upwards than the other.
Still feeling a bit overwhelmed with emotion (and something else), he cleared his throat and broke eye contact. He searched for a certain box, his eyes lighting up when he spotted it. “Which reminds me, I’ve got something for you.”
" Hm? Alright… "
He paused, looking away slightly to think on this. A large reached the back of his neck as he rubbed there in contemplation. When he spoke, his tone of voice was slightly lower, keeping this only audible between them.
" You still can’t go to the memorial down in the Hanger Bay of the Citadel. I’m guessing his picture and the recording makes it hard? I know cause I can’t go over there cause of the holo I put there of me and my squad. Remember? You helped with that. Just like I did with you and him. "
He just stared at James for a bit, blinking as he tried to come up with something to say. He couldn’t think of anything.
" Yea, actually. "
"Yeah? Prove it. Tell me something that I don’t think you know about me. Blow me away."
He smiled after the kiss, blushing slightly. “No, I definitely don’t have you confused…” And then he paused. “Wait wait. You bought parts for it? Steve, you know you didn’t have to do that… I can fund the ship.”
"I know you can and I know I don’t have to." He paused, giving the commando a quick wink. "I did it anyway. Consider it an early present for… whatever holiday is coming up next."
"…you rigged this to set off an airhorn didn’t you?"“You think you know me so well, don’t you?”
”WHY NOT; I’VE EARNED A GODDAMN KROGAN!”
"You already have your hands full. Now stop shouting before you make it angrier and make it go into a blood rage."
"Oh?" Boss smiles and puts one of his hands on Steve’s arm, squeezing slightly. "I honestly thought you forgot about that old ship of mine."
"Me? Forget about a ship?” He snorted and leaned in to steal a quick kiss. “You must have me confused with someone else. I was just waiting until I could get my hands on something of the right quality and had enough creds to buy it.”
Devin points to the pool of blood lining the Krogan’s outline, with a shrug.
”Yeah, but it’ll be angry and dead. If it lives, can I keep it?”
Boss just nods and removes his hand from the box. The motion, though, makes him move closer to Steve, the smile on his face growing as he follows through. “Hi.”
"Hi right back at you." Once within arm’s reach, Steve rested his hands on Boss’ hips. "I got some more parts for the ship. We should go work on it the next time we’re on the Citadel."