She leaned into his embrace once she had the glass. It was as much a security blanket as it was to clear her sore throat. Thinking over just how she could answer, without dragging too deep into hostile memories, as he answered her. She settled on that delicious hum of his voice. "Lucky." She teased gently. "I have it set so he'll wake you, but since you don't have any augmentations he'll have to use REM."
Shepard snuggled into his shoulder a little deeper. Prepared to tell him more about the boy. She fiddled around with her omnitool just a little bringing up a grainy video little boy playing with a ship not too different from the Normandy in a yard. "I was on earth, discharged from duty, for some shit I had to do a couple months prior, Alliance had me down as dead and the group that brought me back didn't set boundaries, and the Alliance wanted me close." The little holo-vid played in a loop on the holo screen that popped up in her palm. "There was this little boy who lived in an apartment maybe ten floors down who played in a courtyard that I could see from my window." She tried to keep her voice as flat as possible. But she had to pause, to clear her throat. "They attacked, as I was going to a defense meeting, trying to give them intel that would get them moving..." The image changed, something less scary than what happened for her, to her. "Anyway, we were evacing out as many as possible. The shuttle... I saw him get on a shuttle. And I... It didn't make it far." She closed her fist and the image vanished. Years later and it was still hard to talk about. "Tonight he wasn't there though. But my crew were. Sort of. But they were all dead. Staring up at me. There were screams in the background, the smell of smoke. And blood." Lots of it. "But they aren't dead. I know they're not."