[ please. that's not a word that he hears spock say everyday, especially not directed at him in such an honest, open manner. his eyes study him for a moment as they walk toward the apartment that he and jim have holed in after their arrival, taking whatever change in him as best as his calculating eyes can. it's like the vulcan is a statue, stony-faced and quiet.
he remembers that, too. the disintegration of spock's mask and control when he finds jim's — well. you are dead should have really sounded the alarms in his head. this is unpleasant. this is more than unpleasant.
fuckdammitshit.
the apartment jim and bones are living in right now is small but cozy, furnished, somewhat devoid of life at the moment, but understandably so. he takes jim to the couch, pushing him down gently. ]
Lay down, kid. Don't make me repeat myself. [ he then motions for spock to sit down on the armchair closest to them. his voice noticeably gentler now. though still quite firm. ] And you, Spock. Sit.
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he remembers that, too. the disintegration of spock's mask and control when he finds jim's — well. you are dead should have really sounded the alarms in his head. this is unpleasant. this is more than unpleasant.
fuckdammitshit.
the apartment jim and bones are living in right now is small but cozy, furnished, somewhat devoid of life at the moment, but understandably so. he takes jim to the couch, pushing him down gently. ]
Lay down, kid. Don't make me repeat myself. [ he then motions for spock to sit down on the armchair closest to them. his voice noticeably gentler now. though still quite firm. ] And you, Spock. Sit.