[ His eyes screw shut when he hears Bones and a noise escapes him that he could never be proud of, nodding along and breathing, breathing, Breathe, Jim. Sucking in deep gouts through a flaring nose, he puffs them out and wets his lips, drawing footholds from the two people in the entire fucking universe he cares about more than any others being right there. It doesn't occur to him that Spock is also in shock; he's a little distracted. ]
I'm ... I'm good. Fuck. [ Releasing his First, he wraps a grateful arm around Bones and gives a squeeze, starting to head in the direction of the apartment they've acquired. No glass. It's hot because the sun's out. ] I should kick your ass, Spock.
[ It's a wheeze of a bitten-out joke, black humor at that, but Jim refocuses on his surroundings. With his grip firm on Bones, he keeps his head down as all three of them head off. ]
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I'm ... I'm good. Fuck. [ Releasing his First, he wraps a grateful arm around Bones and gives a squeeze, starting to head in the direction of the apartment they've acquired. No glass. It's hot because the sun's out. ] I should kick your ass, Spock.
[ It's a wheeze of a bitten-out joke, black humor at that, but Jim refocuses on his surroundings. With his grip firm on Bones, he keeps his head down as all three of them head off. ]