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KIRK ([personal profile] jirk) wrote in [community profile] tushanshu 2013-07-14 04:06 am (UTC)

[Jim lets himself in quietly, arms full of a variety of things he found on his walkabout of Keeliai. He's not really aiming to be quiet, but the truth is, he always is when he doesn't think he has an audience. Why bother making a show if there's no one there to watch it?

He notices the constructs straight away, except he mistakes them for real and damn near draws his phaser before he realizes their source. Kyle.

It's Kyle, and he doesn't speak Jim's language, so Jim dumps the bag he's got onto the couch, and he goes to sit beside him, wordless. Soundless, or as near as he can with the cast. It's a little like being back in that cell, trying to sleep so it wasn't one more torture they could inflict, fingers pressed against the inside of Kyle's wrists so he could feel his pulse as he drifted off. Jim's almost ashamed of the intimacy, captains weren't supposed to show weakness or fear, but he swallows down the memories and sits, quietly. After a moment, he frowns (what was it Kyle said about blizzards?) and reaches out, to put a hand against his shoulder.

The silence costs him. Damn, does it cost him. But it's an exchange of currencies he can live with now.]

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