Shenko, 21

21. “We’re in the middle of a thunderstorm and you wanna stop and feel the rain?”

 Goddamn Earth weather. What was the matter with this place? Every damn time he went out the door it was something there to torture him. Excessive heat, excessive cold, snow, rain, sleet. Give him a ship and the stars and shove this damn weather out the airlock. The mass relays couldn’t be fixed fast enough for his taste.

“Kaidan, come on, you’re lagging behind, solider!” he called over his shoulder as he ducked under an awning and flinched as lightning stabbed through the clouds and exploded with a roar above them. He hated thunder.

He turned to call out again, but stopped. Kaidan was there in the middle of the soaked sidewalk, face turned up to the downpour, rivulets of water streaming past his ears and the back of his head.

“What the hell are you doing?” Shepard yelled over the noise.

Without moving, Kaidan grinned. “It’s been too long. I’m feeling the rain.”

“Are you kidding me? We’re in the middle of a thunderstorm and you wanna stop and feel the rain?”

Kaidan shrugged and spread his hands wide to the deluge. “How else would I remember that we won?”