Denver:You fuck? Uh…congrats?
Shepard:No. Well, I mean, yes, but no. That’s not it.
Shepard:This is just hard for me to say because it’s really fucking stupid and I hate looking stupid.
Denver:I’m not going to judge you, Shep. I’ll never judge you. You should know that by now.
Shepard:You will about this.
Denver:Try me.
Shepard:Fine. Okay.
Shepard:First…you didn’t figure out how to take screenshots yet, did you?
Denver:EYE ROLL EMOJI. No, I didn’t.
Shepard:Good.
Shepard:I was jealous.
Denver:Okay. Of?
Shepard:Your Halloween photos.
Denver:Because I looked way hotter than you?
Shepard:Quit making me laugh. NO.
Shepard:It’s all those photos I was seeing with that guy’s arm around you.
Shepard:I wanted to break it off and shove it up his ass.
Denver:That’s…vivid.
Denver:You have nothing to be jealous of. That guy meant nothing.
Shepard:It didn’t look like nothing.
Denver:I promise. It wasn’t anything. He was just some guy I met that night. All we talked about was comics.
Shepard:So something you two have in common that we don’t.
Denver:Quit your bitching. You and only you will always be my Captain.
Denver:I have to ask you something and I need a straight-up answer.
Shepard:I already know what you’re going to ask.
Denver:Let me do it anyway?
Shepard:Okay.
Denver:Do you like me, Shep? Like as more than a friend?
Shepard:Yes.
Shepard:And it’s really, really fucking annoying.
