[He's gotten used to the random expressions of the macabre from Kyle, and it doesn't make him flinch away (although he thinks about bodies floating in space, about monuments and explosions and radioactivity). Instead, he just hugs him tighter, careful, mindful of the injuries that still aren't quite healed, remnants of the torture. Trying to speak another language.
He really wishes Uhura were here, she could translate. Do you even know what friendship is? It means being there for people, maybe dying for them, but Jim's never been good at the rest, he's always been very personally selfish, even if he's capable of selflessness. So maybe this is an exercise in... giving without expectation.]
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He really wishes Uhura were here, she could translate. Do you even know what friendship is? It means being there for people, maybe dying for them, but Jim's never been good at the rest, he's always been very personally selfish, even if he's capable of selflessness. So maybe this is an exercise in... giving without expectation.]