'Jim's gone.'
Spock had watched him die painfully slowly barely five minutes ago, and now he was making his way around and notifying each of the crewmembers accordingly. He approached another group of ensigns that were staying together in order to both celebrate and be checked over by a medic. "Captain Kirk didn't survive." He said simply, and despite his efforts to void himself of emotions, found himself feeling miserable. He watched as their smiles slowly disappeared, and mentioned that he extended his condolences before moving on.
He did so for a while before reaching a certain teenager he instantly knew wasn't going to take it well, and dreaded telling. He walked up to Chekov stiffly, seeing the boy so happy was almost painful, as he knew that was going to disappear. He was jumping around excitedly, chattering nonstop to anyone whose ears were within range, and accidentally letting Russian words slip every now and then.
Chekov spotted Spock and turned to face him, grinning, turning his chatter to the man. "Mister Spock, ze ship eez working! Ve vixed eet!" He exclaimed, happiness bubbling into his voice. He was grinning, and looked positively ecstatic. "Vere is ze Keptin, ve need to celebrate!" In all honesty, Spock knew he should have been more prepared for that, but he wasn't. He put a hand on Pavel shoulder to hold him still and avoided looking him in the eyes until he actually spoke. "Chekov, the captain…He didn't make it. I'm sorry."
His smile slowly fell away as realisation sunk in, and his eyes grew wide with disbelief. Spock didn't remove his hand; he knew that Chekov needed someone to be there for him right now. "B-but…but he…he can't! Ze Keptin can't be…no!" He stumbled out, trying to form coherent sentence but words failed him. An immense heaviness weighed on his chest, and his bottom lip quivered as he looked around, as if trying to see Jim walking around anywhere. He breaths became almost heavy pants as he tried to stave away the near sobs, and his eyes prickled with tears. The world seemed to crash down over the boy's shoulders.
"Chekov, please sit down." Spock requested seeing that the boy was in bad shape, and guided him to the nearest seat and crouched in front of him. "I know how hard this is for you, the Captain...Jim, was my friend too." He said quietly. Pavel leaned forwards, his hands steeped in front of his mouth, trying to hide the fact that he was trembling. Tears slowly began to slip down his cheeks, as he stared blankly ahead of him.
Spock had almost no idea what to do when the teenager lurched himself forward and buried himself in the first officer's chest, so he did what he had seen most humans do, and wrapped his arms around him. Sobs racked through his small frame, and two small tears fell from Spock's eyes before he closed them tight, holding onto Pavel tightly.
