There he sat, on the bench that he had grown to call home during his tenure here on the Citadel. Still sitting, still contemplating existence to the degree that he almost assumed he would turn into a statue from thinking too hard, he continued to ponder over what was and what was not.
He tried his best to ignore anyone staring at him, in order to enjoy the peace and solace of the Presidium, but it more than likely wouldn't last. Not that long, anyways. Hopefully the situation would soon resolve itself - the last thing he needed was for there to be more conflict.