Hold on to me as we go, as we roll down this unfamiliar road

[hischair]

When: 20th August, evening. After this clusterfuck and these calls.
Rating: PG-13 for language; grown men and their mouths, maybe.
Characters: Jim (hischair) Spock (logistical) & Leonard (medicos)
Summary: After Jim breaks his own heart to do the right thing and send a spoken-for woman back to her partner while suffering a lovestruck curse, he requires centering. Cue a much needed Bro Night.
Log:

[ He's fairly certain that Spock has had enough of him in his kitchen (not Jim and Bones' because apparently in all its pristine glory, as Jim sees it, it's still not satisfactory to cook in) after a full twenty minutes. Having come back to the apartment to get his head on straight while his heart aches with the ghost of a love he knows now, given the benefit of the situation from his oldest friend, to be entirely fake, spending time with Leonard has gone a long way to settling disturbed thoughts on the matter but it's not quite enough; he wants Spock around to be his usual self, to reap the normality and comfort that comes with having his first officer dithering on the edges of Jim's vision. It's a grace and reassurance that he suspects no one but Kathryn would truly understand. There are serious matters that he should be discussing. The monsters on the separate dimensional plane that he saw when his fair-weather ladylove took him under her wing, for one, yet Jim deems it not enough of a threat to require immediate attention. He never knew the damned creatures were there at all for the longest time, spreading the knowledge of them will only ruin this evening panning out the way he hopes it will. The news will keep until he can slide it in, somehow.

He told Spock he could take however many spices in their dinner tonight as the Vulcan pleased. Now, sneezing into a tissue, Jim isn't so sure. He fixes up a DVD player in his own place (everything is so ancient by their standards that it's enough of a novelty to keep him distracted for fifteen minutes) with a movie that looks equal parts ridiculous and entertaining, then proceeds to hover around Spock while his XO cooks and Leonard is blessedly granted a measure of peace from Jim's chatter. Not for long, perhaps, but intermittently.

Deadpan, he sighs and folds his arms. ]

I can do more than stir, Spock.