[ Working alongside his crew is almost as peaceful as it gets, if the quietened, vibrating anxiety held within his breast is anything to go by. In the labs, he sits a couple of desks across from Nyota. A chocolate bar is eaten without the slightest bit of attention, wrapper thrown into a bin, and it's only when he is staring at the new comm he has been working on that he glimpses her at the other side of the room. Alone.How much time has actually passed since she looked up from her console? Jim can't bring up even the roughest estimate.
One of the candy bars he's liberated from the vending machine is placed on the edge of her desk after he walks over, head down. It's all scaffolding to keep them up, ensuring they remain conscious and focused with food in their stomachs, nothing more. Jim stands behind her, a hand on the back of her chair, and watches the video feeds.
Finally, tearing his eyes off the grainy footage of Spock walking down a street on the day of his disappearance, he nods down at her. ]
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One of the candy bars he's liberated from the vending machine is placed on the edge of her desk after he walks over, head down. It's all scaffolding to keep them up, ensuring they remain conscious and focused with food in their stomachs, nothing more. Jim stands behind her, a hand on the back of her chair, and watches the video feeds.
Finally, tearing his eyes off the grainy footage of Spock walking down a street on the day of his disappearance, he nods down at her. ]
You need to get some rest.
[ Pot, meet kettle. ]