(on checking the first message, he very nearly stops to take a minute to think. on checking the next, he remembers why he's here: spock is in a vulnerable state and trusts him to guide him home. only him, which is why he was the one who was asked for help. that is the very definition of "flattering," not whatever paltry excuse for comfort his last words were.
kirk knocks into a gentleman coming around the corner from the washrooms, getting an earful, but his vision centres on a lone figure in a distant corner.
spock, accompanied only by his groceries, in a foreign state of mind that makes something vital in his chest—deeper—restless. like it's been twisted in a fierce grip that takes the wind out of his lungs. their synchrony bond? not now; it couldn't be.)
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kirk knocks into a gentleman coming around the corner from the washrooms, getting an earful, but his vision centres on a lone figure in a distant corner.
spock, accompanied only by his groceries, in a foreign state of mind that makes something vital in his chest—deeper—restless. like it's been twisted in a fierce grip that takes the wind out of his lungs. their synchrony bond? not now; it couldn't be.)