"Because I am your friend."
With his heart beating fast against his ribs, Jim woke up.
"Jim?"
"It's nothing. I'm ok. Just a nightmare."
"Elaborate.
"I … was going to die. We were separated through glass. You were with me. But … we were nothing but friends."
"A nightmare indeed."
"And there's no way it could be anything else. There's no universe – parallel or not – where we could ever be just friends."
An arm came around his waist, pulling him closer.
"You are T'hy'la – anywhere and anytime."
"I know. Go back to sleep now, Spock."
"Good night, Jim."
"Good night."