To say that Altair felt like absolute shit was the understatement of the century. He cringed every time he replayed bits of that night concerning Tiamat. He knew nothing he said would ever change what happened and no apology would be enough. He knew Tia could be extremely volatile and likely to attempt killing him or plotting even more insidious things to hurt him. However, Altair wouldn’t let any of that scare him out of attempting to talk to her. He was a better man than that and he had been raised better than that. He also cared about her more than that.
The tiefling took a deep breath and exhaled as he stopped in front of the lab door. She had come to him on multiple occasions for different missions, but this was one of the rare times where he sought her out. He didn’t have any excuse or any directive to reach out to her. He was here simply for her. Finally pulling together his courage, Altair knocked on the door, curbing the anxiety he felt.
If she opened the door, she would notice he had with him a few bags of her favorite snacks expired by a week. He also had a bouquet of flowers brought over from Corellia. As an Imperial Commander, he had a lot more access to the planets under Killik siege and could intercept imports and exports. Altair doubted any of it would make any kind of difference, but Ma raised him to never show up empty handed. In this case, it was a first step towards showing her he knew he fucked up.
@GABA