Jim knows even as the noise leaves his mouth that Felix will hear so much more than the faux boredom he has laced the simple syllable with. No, for as much as Jim Kirk will stand up for people and pick fights for every single thing he believes in, will throw himself in harms way because he can't willingly lose a single life....for as much as that violence is a part of him he does not enjoy pain for sport. Pain is for failed eugenics experiments and for survival. For Witness 6.
Jim Kirk is not that person anymore.
But there's a startling clarity that he's not wrecked to have those thoughts. It's unpleasant, certainly. But he's still sitting here, holding a conversation. Smiling in all the right places. And even meaning some of them. There's such affection and concern in the touches at his arm. He's not alone.
Felix sees Jim in a way he has never let anyone else before and it's terrifying. And yet. He's never felt safer. So he smiles for Felix and is pleased to find that it takes and he means it and everything is back to normal.
He sets his ale aside and gives Marcella a charming grin.
"Are you kidding? I love building things. I know enough about aerodynamics and physics to feel like I can try my hand at making one." And it doesn't occur to Jim that they may not know what those words mean but maybe it does and he just doesn't care because he knows Felix knows and he knows Felix likes it when he waxes on about warp theory and astrophysics.
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Jim knows even as the noise leaves his mouth that Felix will hear so much more than the faux boredom he has laced the simple syllable with. No, for as much as Jim Kirk will stand up for people and pick fights for every single thing he believes in, will throw himself in harms way because he can't willingly lose a single life....for as much as that violence is a part of him he does not enjoy pain for sport. Pain is for failed eugenics experiments and for survival. For Witness 6.
Jim Kirk is not that person anymore.
But there's a startling clarity that he's not wrecked to have those thoughts. It's unpleasant, certainly. But he's still sitting here, holding a conversation. Smiling in all the right places. And even meaning some of them. There's such affection and concern in the touches at his arm. He's not alone.
Felix sees Jim in a way he has never let anyone else before and it's terrifying. And yet. He's never felt safer. So he smiles for Felix and is pleased to find that it takes and he means it and everything is back to normal.
He sets his ale aside and gives Marcella a charming grin.
"Are you kidding? I love building things. I know enough about aerodynamics and physics to feel like I can try my hand at making one." And it doesn't occur to Jim that they may not know what those words mean but maybe it does and he just doesn't care because he knows Felix knows and he knows Felix likes it when he waxes on about warp theory and astrophysics.