"Oh I don’t know, think about where you’re gonna charge? C’mon Ryan! You’ve gone through the training! You should’ve been told this by now a thousand fucking times! If you see a giant horde of husks, you wanna charge into them? Separate them or something. I don’t know — besides you got us out there on the field!" He was going on a bigger rant than he had wanted — and in the end frustrating himself more than he was frustrating Ryan no doubt. So he just threw his arms up and made his way to the bathroom.
"I don’t know… just think for once, yea?"
He grabbed the first dry he saw inside and got it wet, then walked back over to him, kneeling and beginning to clean the dried substance off. “Tell me if it stings or something.”
It was insulting that everyone seemed to believe that he just mindlessly charged into danger for no reason. On top of being a top Vanguard in the Alliance, he was also N7, and on top of that he was a Spectre. He didn’t just do things for the hell of it, and he damn sure wasn’t one to be repeatedly making rookie mistakes.
Charging into the fray and keeping the enemy off-balance helped him keep his squad safe. He healed the fastest out of everyone on the ship, so if he was injured he wouldn’t be out of commission nearly as long as they would. He was protecting them and doing what he thought was best. Why couldn’t anyone understand that?
But instead of trying to explain - again - he just fell silent when James left, and remained so when he returned.