Running and then some serious emotional trauma with Jack, Tuesday morning, probably on the beach

[spectre_alenko]

Kaidan wasn't jogging, he was running. It was -9C and the air coming off the ocean was almost bitter with chill. The beach was deserted in the pre-dawn and that suited him. Mostly he wanted to run and let his head sort itself out. It hadn't been a light week. There were, Kaidan thought wryly, going to be few of those in the future now that Jack was here. It wasn't a bad thing. In a way, it was comfortingly familiar. He appreciated her viewpoint, even when it was aimed at him.

And if she was here, she wasn't back home terrorizing governments or making heads of state cry or whatever she did for fun these days. She was also not on the Normandy casually telling Vega his fly was unzipped when he walked past just to make him check. Maybe Jimmy'd get time to settle in and grow some confidence roots. Wouldn't be the worst thing to happen.

His feet beat a tattoo against the rocks in rhythmic thumps as he paced the running. Made a mental note to bring a sling with a thermos of coffee in it next time. Water was great for thirst but it was cold out here.

[Open. Jack's thread is last.]
[And the sparring turned into some serious emotional trauma. Yum.]