He felt a bunch better after Veterans day, mostly because Katharine had a way with that. She was a sweet girl and sometimes he felt like he was taking advantage of that, but they both agreed to the causal thing. She was still nice enough for him to hope she met someone who was worth her time.
He set his free hand in his pocket, the other one holding a bottle of wine, as he waited. He could hear the dog at the other side and half regretted not bringing Normandy.
When the door did open he smiled to George, glad to see his old friend was doing semi alright. He did worry.