"You gonna be okay?"
I look away from Kirk. Damn. I hate it when he's so sincere. It's like being stunned helpless with a charisma phaser.
I nod grudgingly, not wanting to let on how much it hurts to be redeploying without Spock.
"You know, if I'd known…about you guys being... I wouldn't have messed with you at the Academy." He runs one of his strong square hands through his hair, uncomfortable with this conversation. "I'm sorry about that."
Seeing how scarred his hand still is weeks after the battle, I relent a little.
"I'll be okay. Sir." Sure. Eventually.
