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Date: 2020-08-05 11:55 pm (UTC)He's Captain James T. Kirk-Caelus and he's damn well going to get this done. Breaking down will just have to wait. Jim pushes himself up to his feet. Grits his teeth when a wave of nausea rolls over him. Calm and in command. Calm. In command. Over and over, he repeats the mantra until it passes. The satchel gets snapped up in a whisk of his arm as Jim digs out his PINpoint again.
"I'll be back soon." It's a promise. There's hardly a sound before Jim's vanished from sight.
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There must be a dozen missed messages on Felix's PINpoint.
Nearly all of them are from Norn while Felix's introverted companion worried himself sick. Hours apart and growing in emotional distress to the point of the last message the Andorian sent that was almost entirely profanity ending with 'you told me you Had this under control'. Jim's is much more simple sitting atop that pile but they all linger unread. Even if Felix wanted to check the device right now he couldn't where he's sunk down onto the kitchen floor sobbing until he's starved of air.
Around him the house is nearly silent. The air stale where it's not completely overpowered by the smell of his potion spreading slowly across the counter and floor, dripping down to make tiny patters next to where Felix has crumpled.
Through hitched painful breaths he'll hear boots on the floors of the other room. Quick and with a purpose before turning almost panicked as Jim lurches through the dark living room and nearly cracks his head open stumbling over the coffee table. The smell, the sound--is that crying?
Jim wasn't prepared for this. If Felix is here why wouldn't he respond--Artifical light floods the kitchen as he slaps for the controls.
"Felix?! What the fuck...oh shit oh fuck come here what the fuck happened ohno no no no.."