[ He knew that, didn't he? That's right: she said she hadn't met him. If they were on the same ship, she'd have had a different answer. After all, this Jim Kirk is a captain... or a bridge officer, at least, too, isn't he?
But he moves past that thought in a second as her glance tracks down over his chest. Jim lifts their linked hands, sets her palm gently over his own heart, then covers the back of her fingers with his own.
It hurts. He just got shot there. But it feels good, too. ]
La'an.
[ He waits until she meets his glance again, his own intent and serious, utterly sincere. ]
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[ He knew that, didn't he? That's right: she said she hadn't met him. If they were on the same ship, she'd have had a different answer. After all, this Jim Kirk is a captain... or a bridge officer, at least, too, isn't he?
But he moves past that thought in a second as her glance tracks down over his chest. Jim lifts their linked hands, sets her palm gently over his own heart, then covers the back of her fingers with his own.
It hurts. He just got shot there. But it feels good, too. ]
La'an.
[ He waits until she meets his glance again, his own intent and serious, utterly sincere. ]
Thank you.