Hobbs and Foster completed work by Truman!!

Thank you so much to for this! It's finished and it looks amazing!! And as promised a little bit of writing to go with it!

Hobbs zipped up his duffel bag carefully and kicked it back under his bunk in the crew room, gathering the items he had removed in his hands carefully he headed for the battery where he knew Foster would be. As predicted his brother was inside, working alongside Garrus and when Hobbs entered they both looked at him mildly annoyed before returning to their work.
“Beer.” Hobbs said and Foster seemed to almost respond to it, but he had been cold and distant the past week when Foster had tried to reach out, he had a lot of work to do “Can we talk?”
Foster looked to Garrus, then to Hobbs and sighed, dropped the tool he had in his hand as he moved toward him cautiously.
“What do you want?” He asked, folding his arms over his chest.
Hobbs gave him a smile, hoping to disarm him with his usual charm but Foster just stared at him unmoving. “I have something for you.” He said offering the items in his hands “It’s not a bribe.” He winced “Well it’s a bit of a bribe.” And then he laughed “More of an apology I guess. For being a prick. And… and a promise.” He swallowed “That I’ve got your back. I’m not going anywhere.”
Foster looked at the bundle of items, behind him to Garrus and then walked past him out of the battery. Hobbs followed him down the walkway to the mess before Foster turned to look at him again “You’re only sticking around because Shepard is back.” He said “It’s not about me or you.”
Hobbs blushed, setting the stuff on the mess table as he looked at his boots “Beer…” He sighed “I want to try…” He said honestly “I don’t know if there ever will be anything between me and Abigail, ok. I’m not here for that. I’m here for the mission, and or you – and for her, as a friend, if she even wants that from me anymore. If not as a soldier. This is all stuff I collected for you the last two years. Figured it was time I gave it to you – and you know, it was taking up space in my bag. Plus, sends out the totally wrong impression of me.” He cleared his throat “You can accept the words now or not, but I intend to back them up with actions Beer.” He shook his head “I’m trying.”
Foster sighed, tipping his head toward the pile “What is it?”
Hobbs drew in his lips, scratching his head as he turned to the items “A new omnitool.” He said, handing the tech to him “One you can mod yourself, it’s… it’s just like mine. Don’t show it around though. They’re spec ops only… and well, they all have serial numbers so they’ll know who stole it for you. They’ll dock my pay.” He smiled “A hat. Stupid, but I saw it and it was just like the one mom made you when you were younger so I… I picked it up. I don’t know if you remember.” He lifted the wooly green hat carefully “You used to wear it and think you were a goblin king. You were always a Freak Beer.” He snickered “A disgustingly, inappropriate poster of an asari –“ He quickly handed the offending item over “which I saw and after stifling back vomit knew you would appreciate.” He sighed “All stuff I meant to give you when I visited; it just never happened.” He cleared his throat “And I am sorry Beer. I wish I could explain the why’s but…” He shook his head “If I hadn’t we wouldn’t have Shepard back. So you can hate me, but be thankful too.”
Foster fiddled with the omnitool absently “I don’t hate you Socks.” He said at last, but he wasn’t looking at him “I just wish you were around more.” He shrugged “That sounds selfish sure, and maybe it is, but you’re…” He shook his head and looked away “You’re my family.” He said heavily “My only family.”
Hobbs nodded “I know.” He said painfully “And, on that note.” He cleared his throat “I don’t know what you can remember – “He frowned “You were six when mom died, and to be honest you spent more time with me than her.” He shook his head “And I realise now, that part of my job is to tell you about her. I forget sometimes Foster that you weren’t there in the early hours of the morning talking to her, I had already tucked you into bed by then, and I forget sometimes that, well, I guess you really didn’t know her.” He shook his head “And that can be a scary thing. And I don’t want to bring it up to upset you, but more to tell you how much she loved you.”
He turned back lifting the last item from the table and handed it to him “I was meant to give you this when you were old enough to understand.” He said carefully “She wrote it the week before she died for you – I don’t know if you want it.” He frowned “And I guess I didn’t give it to you before because… well I guess I thought you weren’t ready.” He smiled “But you are now. You’ve grown up Beer, and you know what family is about – I can see that now, and I want you to have it. And to thank you.” He looked away awkwardly “For reminding me what family is about.”
Foster hesitated and for a moment Hobbs thought he wasn’t going to take it, but then he did, setting the other items aside as he opened the letter “It’s in your writing.” He said dubiously and Hobbs nodded.
“Yeah.” He said thickly recalling the night he had written it painfully “She was too weak to write by then. But she told me what to put.”
Foster pulled the photo that was tucked inside free “Is that her?”
Hobbs took the photo from him, he had forgotten it was inside and peered carefully at the people in the photo. It was a picture of his mum, sat up in bed she had her arms around a little blonde boy with a cheeky toothless grin and bright blue eyes and standing behind and to her side an older boy had his arm over her shoulder, a determined and hard smile drawn into his face. She looked like Foster, Hobbs thought suddenly, the same blonde hair, the same blue eyes – the same wide and charming grin. He nodded.
“Yeah.” He said gently “That’s us.”
Foster who had been reading the letter moved to him suddenly and Hobbs flinched, surprised as he crashed against him in a tight embrace. And then he wrapped his arms around him, holding him close.
“Family.” He whispered “Always and forever, got it?”
Foster nodded weakly “You promise?”
Hobbs swallowed, crushing his eyes closed as he squeezed on his brother’s smaller frame “I promise Beer.”

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Foster copyright to Julie Jones