[ honestly, the sight of two spocks next to each other in identical parade rests, both clearly full of the vulcan version of incandescent anger, is probably kind of unsettling. doubly so when one is your first officer and the other is your romantic partner. despite their slight differences in appearance, it's still, well, uncanny.
probably worse that they've been in quiet discussion until jim turns his attention to spock, who finally, finally blinks and inclines his head slightly in acknowledgement. ]
It is fortunate that you have received treatment for your injuries in a timely manner.
[Jim's mouth twists in annoyance to see his boyfriend and XO conspiring together because he's Not sorry about how this went down, is the thing. He did everything Right and none of the researchers they rescued were hurt beyond minor bumps and bruises.]
It's not as bad as it looks.
[Jim tries at first, only for Bones to snort derisively over his shoulder.]
I'll be the judge of that, Jim. Now hold still for god's sake.
[He's cutting away Jim's shirt the rest of the way so they can start inspecting his lacerations for foreign material as well. Gonna have to clean this out Real good before they take a dermagen to him or he's liable to get an infection.]
I could have taken it off, Bones...
[Jim's sigh is Loud and Put Upon. This is some Bullshit.]
In approximately 82.15% of instances where you utilize that phrase, you are incorrect in your assessment.
[ but the set of spock's shoulders is a little looser, a little less like a spring wound so tight it's about to snap. he does not sigh in return; vulcans do not sigh. he listens to some final commentary from the commander before he's left to be the spock who takes care of the situation; now that doctor mccoy is tending to jim, it's easier for his counterpart to allow the switch. spock understands the sentiment.
once it's deemed appropriate, spock steps forward, close to where jim sits on the biobed but still out of the way, and looks at him very quietly for a moment. ]
You are fortunate your injuries are not more severe. For that, I am glad.
[ not satisfied, not gratified. glad, the use of the word pointed in its emotive nature. ]
The percentage isn't that high. 68% tops....these days.
[The medicine's starting to kick in, and Jim struggles to hold onto his thoughts. Struggles, but manages. For the moment at least.]
I saw how bad it. It coulda been down there. Trust me. This isn't that bad.
[Having to focus so much on keeping his eyes on Spock and speaking means he's too focused to fight Bones while the man preps Jim for cleaning out the wound. Every now and then he gives a faint hiss of pain, but doesn't flinch much at all.]
R...reason I was mouthing off. [A limp, half hearted gesture toward the door.] To Spock, I mean. Sometimes I get so damn mad when you lot act like I'm the same...as I was Before.
[ spock does not answer. not for a moment, at least: after working quickly while jim is distracted, doctor mccoy is satisfied with the treatment and that spock will 'take it from here' and lets them be, which is when spock lifts a hand to trail his fingers through jim's hair, careful not to touch his psi-points for needless transfer when he's medicated and physically exhausted. ]
It is not that you are the 'same as before.' [ quietly. he stands in the vee of jim's legs where he sits, and he keeps slowly, methodically touching his hair, granting a measure of soothing through the contact. ] Just because it could have been worse does not make what did happen negligible or not something to express concern over or in fact discuss. He and I both acknowledge and appreciate that you have made adjustments to your behavior that have had a positive effect on your physical well-being both on and off missions.
[ this time, he does let the side of his thumb brush along jim's temple. brief, with a flutter of affection but also undisguised worry. ]
However, I did not appreciate that even after being told by my counterpart what had happened, you voiced displeasure that I had been informed at all.
[ he pauses here, trying to consider his words even more carefully than usual. ]
Despite our mission of peace, we often find ourselves in dangerous spaces and hazardous situations. I do not think it is unwarranted to be concerned in these times. I also do not think it is unreasonable to expect to be informed promptly, if possible, should anything detrimental occur. [ when he continues, it's quieter. even more subdued, if possible. ] There may come a time when such a message is 'put off' for later, and the chance to send one does not occur again. This is in part why I have also attempted to alter my behavior when it comes to open communication. It is my failing for not indicating my desire for the same in return when I responded to your request.
Well, maybe you're better'n....these two. Then. Acting like I'm...hhh. Like I'm. Like I need a babysitter.
[Maybe? Though it's not 'better' necessarily. Most compatible with, perhaps. The soft fingers in his hair combined with the pain medication leave Jim feeling like he's floating a little. Foggy. But he has a Thought yet, one he's barely keeping a grasp on. Trying to get out.
Jim makes a vague noise of complaint at first. Because he knows Spock is being reasonable, but it's so hard to find words the more the hypo tries to pull him down into resting so his body can heal.]
Not. No--not at all. Don't want to send partial...
[Goddammit. This is so hard.]
This isn't stable and it's not reliable. I don't...want....you to get...t..to get hhhhhhh and it be old. Or. Or incomplete? I-i. Sorry. It's. I....
[He reaches out for Spock where he's laying but even this is sluggish. It's so important to tell Spock, but everything is soft around the edges. He makes another noise of effort but stays trailed off.]
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[ honestly, the sight of two spocks next to each other in identical parade rests, both clearly full of the vulcan version of incandescent anger, is probably kind of unsettling. doubly so when one is your first officer and the other is your romantic partner. despite their slight differences in appearance, it's still, well, uncanny.
probably worse that they've been in quiet discussion until jim turns his attention to spock, who finally, finally blinks and inclines his head slightly in acknowledgement. ]
It is fortunate that you have received treatment for your injuries in a timely manner.
[ a little stiff, though. just. just a little. ]
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It's not as bad as it looks.
[Jim tries at first, only for Bones to snort derisively over his shoulder.]
I'll be the judge of that, Jim. Now hold still for god's sake.
[He's cutting away Jim's shirt the rest of the way so they can start inspecting his lacerations for foreign material as well. Gonna have to clean this out Real good before they take a dermagen to him or he's liable to get an infection.]
I could have taken it off, Bones...
[Jim's sigh is Loud and Put Upon. This is some Bullshit.]
pulls a shade down over the date on this
[ but the set of spock's shoulders is a little looser, a little less like a spring wound so tight it's about to snap. he does not sigh in return; vulcans do not sigh. he listens to some final commentary from the commander before he's left to be the spock who takes care of the situation; now that doctor mccoy is tending to jim, it's easier for his counterpart to allow the switch. spock understands the sentiment.
once it's deemed appropriate, spock steps forward, close to where jim sits on the biobed but still out of the way, and looks at him very quietly for a moment. ]
You are fortunate your injuries are not more severe. For that, I am glad.
[ not satisfied, not gratified. glad, the use of the word pointed in its emotive nature. ]
I see nothing
[The medicine's starting to kick in, and Jim struggles to hold onto his thoughts. Struggles, but manages. For the moment at least.]
I saw how bad it. It coulda been down there. Trust me. This isn't that bad.
[Having to focus so much on keeping his eyes on Spock and speaking means he's too focused to fight Bones while the man preps Jim for cleaning out the wound. Every now and then he gives a faint hiss of pain, but doesn't flinch much at all.]
R...reason I was mouthing off. [A limp, half hearted gesture toward the door.] To Spock, I mean. Sometimes I get so damn mad when you lot act like I'm the same...as I was Before.
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It is not that you are the 'same as before.' [ quietly. he stands in the vee of jim's legs where he sits, and he keeps slowly, methodically touching his hair, granting a measure of soothing through the contact. ] Just because it could have been worse does not make what did happen negligible or not something to express concern over or in fact discuss. He and I both acknowledge and appreciate that you have made adjustments to your behavior that have had a positive effect on your physical well-being both on and off missions.
[ this time, he does let the side of his thumb brush along jim's temple. brief, with a flutter of affection but also undisguised worry. ]
However, I did not appreciate that even after being told by my counterpart what had happened, you voiced displeasure that I had been informed at all.
[ he pauses here, trying to consider his words even more carefully than usual. ]
Despite our mission of peace, we often find ourselves in dangerous spaces and hazardous situations. I do not think it is unwarranted to be concerned in these times. I also do not think it is unreasonable to expect to be informed promptly, if possible, should anything detrimental occur. [ when he continues, it's quieter. even more subdued, if possible. ] There may come a time when such a message is 'put off' for later, and the chance to send one does not occur again. This is in part why I have also attempted to alter my behavior when it comes to open communication. It is my failing for not indicating my desire for the same in return when I responded to your request.
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[Maybe? Though it's not 'better' necessarily. Most compatible with, perhaps. The soft fingers in his hair combined with the pain medication leave Jim feeling like he's floating a little. Foggy. But he has a Thought yet, one he's barely keeping a grasp on. Trying to get out.
Jim makes a vague noise of complaint at first. Because he knows Spock is being reasonable, but it's so hard to find words the more the hypo tries to pull him down into resting so his body can heal.]
Not. No--not at all. Don't want to send partial...
[Goddammit. This is so hard.]
This isn't stable and it's not reliable. I don't...want....you to get...t..to get hhhhhhh and it be old. Or. Or incomplete? I-i. Sorry. It's. I....
[He reaches out for Spock where he's laying but even this is sluggish. It's so important to tell Spock, but everything is soft around the edges. He makes another noise of effort but stays trailed off.]