He feels fidgety and action was always the best way too settle his nerves. He isn't sure how Jane would react to him taking over her gym so he goes to her kitchen. He can do simple and hearty military style food so he decides to try his hand a cooking something simple, eggs and sausages. Impossible to screw up, right?
She comes to join him when the smell of his cooking starts filling the air. She sits at the table watching him absentmindedly. Even then her green eyes weigh heavily on him. He does his best to ignore it as he serves her a plate.
She's very quiet as they eat dinner together and he doesn't like the sound of himself babbling so he's quiet, too. She finally speaks in the middle of the meal, interrupting the clatter of their utensils, "You made breakfast for dinner." He had opened his mouth to answer when she added, "Dad liked making me breakfast for dinner too."
…what the hell is he supposed to say to that? He feels like that isn't a normal conversation topic but he doesn't know enough about day to day conversations to be sure. He feels like he is navigating a minefield that might not even be there.
They're almost done when he musters enough courage to say, "Liara said she wanted to take me around and see the Citadel… as a tourist this time around. If that's okay with you."
She shrugs, turning over her scrambled eggs with a fork.
"We were thinking tomorrow," he says.
She nods, not even trying to meet his eyes, which makes him both grateful and anxious. It's like she's avoiding all possible contact with him and it makes him feel like he's doing something wrong but he doesn't know what.