"Miller, sure that you are going to have a visitor in here?" George asked.
"I'm sure," Kirk said. "He will be on his feet and up by the time Jim is seven or ten."
George looked over toward the elder Kirk.
"You are really prepared for him," George said.
"Being a admiral means you have to be ready for the most inconceivable scenario," Kirk said, observing the room. "Nursery will make a great recovery room," the admiral turned in the direction of the captain. George was concerned. "Don't worry," he placed a hand on his father's shoulder. "when Hanukkah comes around . . . This kid is going to have some semblance of trust with us."
"I am assured," George said. "I am just concerned how you will handle his PTSD."
"I know what it is like," Kirk said. "It is something I do not wish my archenemy to face."
A knowing smile came on the elder Kirk's face. Kirk let go of the younger man's shoulder glancing off toward the bedroom visualizing how to make it friendly. Eye friendly pink masculine walls, brown desk, blue seat, light blue rug, a bookshelf, pictures of fluffy animals strewn about the room, and on the desk being a picture of a horse. It was a rough idea of what to chose for the young man's bedroom. He didn't know what the environment that Lyionel would be living in. He began to think realistically. A dark room with a mood lamp, blinds, dark cool colors–he looked up to see the lack of a hole in the wall. Ceiling fan. And perhaps a fidget spinner. All of which were calming to look at. Kirk knew that Khan will never get to suffer anything like this. That was the way it should be for everyone including for Scott. The broken up engineer weeping over the loss of his relative in sick bay. He remembered the attack vividly. Lost so many cadets then briefly his bondmate. Kirk sighed.
"I suppose you don't want to give the house upgrade," George said.
"We decided that long ago," Kirk said. "We will design the room after we know what Orion Vessel Lyionel was enslaved to."
"Good idea," George said.
"If you take in a traumatized kid, don't base everything what I am doing," Kirk said.
"I will consider that," George said.
Kirk had a soft, sad look at George.
"It will require all the consideration you have," Kirk said. Knowing. It pained him.
"Something the matter?" George asked. The saddened look faded.
"Nothing," Kirk said, shaking his head. "Absolutely nothing."
Kirk walked away from George.