[ He's never been more inspired to believe they could all fix each other if only they knew the right angle to hit it from. That's just how Jim works, tactics and strategies, trying to find the right solution while Spock claws at logic and Bones serves up empathy enough to fill a starship with happy, healthy people. Playing to his strengths right now involves pleading with Bones with a silent stare that switches to Spock as their friend withdraws into himself; Jim sits back on the coffee table and clasps his own hands tightly as he's forced to play a waiting game.
I did this, flickers across his mind's eye, the guilt of it stoppering any further consolations until Spock can accept them. I don't know how to help you, and I did this. ]
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I did this, flickers across his mind's eye, the guilt of it stoppering any further consolations until Spock can accept them. I don't know how to help you, and I did this. ]