[ Jim doesn't know how this has gone so badly, so quickly, but he can tell how close she is to shattering apart. She looks away from him, face streaked with tears and his heart shatters in his chest. He can't--he wants to fix it. He wants to take her pain into himself so she doesn't have to feel it anymore.

He knows he can't, but he wants to.

She tells him to leave and he should listen--she's in charge here, and he wants to respect her wishes--but he hesitates, struggling to leave her when she's this raw. ]

La'an--

[ He doesn't even know what to say. 'Let me help' seems selfish, 'who should I call' seems like he's okay with abandoning her, 'what can I do' seems like he's putting it too much on her shoulders. James T. Kirk doesn't like to lose, but he can't see a way to earn a win out of this situation.

Maybe, he can find a place to draw? ]

Do you want to tell me about it? Whatever it is? If it's--[ a pause, a breath ] --about the other me; you know I'll keep it between us.