InsaneJournal

Legion had taken to wearing a suit. It simply felt right, and comfortable. He liked the feel of it, and the symmetry of it. A black tie, white shirt, black jacket and trousers...a good combination. It made sense. He'd also learned to comb his hair, even if it did take several hours to perfect the symmetry. Shepard, on the other hand, didn't go for such completeness. He didn't understand it, but Shepard had always worked outside normality to an almost unsettling degree. Shepard was a variable.

Legion walked into the bar and was instantly struck by a nauseating smell that made him take one step back. He cleared his throat, and forced himself to keep walking. He saw Shepard sitting at the bar, and moved next to her. "Shepard-Commander."