[Jim'd said it was all his but Spock knows otherwise. He has two sides and even he doesn't know where each one reaches to, he hasn't explored the abysses, having no tools to do so. He doesn't doubt Jim has them too, but he's new to this still and won't understand what he's being kept out of. He can only try.]
[He's standing at Jim's bedside with McCoy - exchanging worried looks, and drawn to each other in shared pain. They can only try.]
[But he's done, grieving. Holding to the past makes no sense. It hurts, but he will put it away, examine it when he knows what to do with it. They move to the bridge again. I would be happy to accompany you, he says, in the memory, and Jim smiles. You. Happy?]
[Instead of the real answer, he changes it. Yes. Happy. He loosens his grip, and prepares to pull away, like a receding tide.]
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[He's standing at Jim's bedside with McCoy - exchanging worried looks, and drawn to each other in shared pain. They can only try.]
[But he's done, grieving. Holding to the past makes no sense. It hurts, but he will put it away, examine it when he knows what to do with it. They move to the bridge again. I would be happy to accompany you, he says, in the memory, and Jim smiles. You. Happy?]
[Instead of the real answer, he changes it. Yes. Happy. He loosens his grip, and prepares to pull away, like a receding tide.]