[OH THANK GOD THAT IS SO MUCH EASIER TO DEAL WITH.]
Yeaaah I'll let you work that out with him. Probably better if I stay out of it.
[Now. To lay all those other concerns to rest. Jim nods once, briskly.]
So what do you need from me?
[He keeps the video feed on long enough to make sure Spock gets the point across, and then kills it so he can consider what might be needed. He doubts it's etiquette Spock's after, but if Jim can figure out the specifics of his unease, he can assuage them as best he can. It's a weird gap of experience to have, he feels like he should just know these things about Spock, but with Spock being from the future, he doesn't want to risk jeopardizing everything by simply guessing.
And after a moment, he realizes just how deeply his reluctance to do so bothers him. Jim, who's made a career out of leaping without looking, doesn't want to. A muscle jumps in his jaw as he flexes it, stubborn. Angry. He's had so few victories here that it's worn him down enough to be afraid. Fear is something he buries under adrenaline and arrogance, something he ignores, fights down. Being afraid... just like everyone else? Kyle's words. They echo, empty and hollow.
Just like everyone else. The Kobayashi Maru's final lesson.
He slouches in his chair, one arm propped up on the rest, and drapes the back of his hand across his mouth so he can bite at his knuckle in frustrated, pent-up annoyance.
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Yeaaah I'll let you work that out with him. Probably better if I stay out of it.
[Now. To lay all those other concerns to rest. Jim nods once, briskly.]
So what do you need from me?
[He keeps the video feed on long enough to make sure Spock gets the point across, and then kills it so he can consider what might be needed. He doubts it's etiquette Spock's after, but if Jim can figure out the specifics of his unease, he can assuage them as best he can. It's a weird gap of experience to have, he feels like he should just know these things about Spock, but with Spock being from the future, he doesn't want to risk jeopardizing everything by simply guessing.
And after a moment, he realizes just how deeply his reluctance to do so bothers him. Jim, who's made a career out of leaping without looking, doesn't want to. A muscle jumps in his jaw as he flexes it, stubborn. Angry. He's had so few victories here that it's worn him down enough to be afraid. Fear is something he buries under adrenaline and arrogance, something he ignores, fights down. Being afraid... just like everyone else? Kyle's words. They echo, empty and hollow.
Just like everyone else. The Kobayashi Maru's final lesson.
He slouches in his chair, one arm propped up on the rest, and drapes the back of his hand across his mouth so he can bite at his knuckle in frustrated, pent-up annoyance.
Damn, does he need a hobby.]