[ Initially talking about his mother's gossiping habits, while technically shameful on Vulcan, had brought him some sense of inebriated amusement. Even speaking about Sybok allows for pleasant memories to resurface that he had kept carefully siloed. Now, however... there is – what is for all intents and purposes, at least on his home planet – an insult paid to his father which causes him to free a derisive snort and then immediately judge himself for doing so.
Truly his emotions are out of control right now, and his renewed realization of this has it growing worse. ]
Sybok is... I do not know where Sybok is. I do not anticipate that I will ever see him again. [ Which is truthful, and conveyed calmly, but there is a new deeper furrow to his brow as he suddenly stops them both in their tracks, gripping at Kirk's shoulder with a tight hold as he turns to fully face him. ]
(the snort very nearly bowls him over. it takes a second for him to realize spock isn't choking on something and is, in fact, expelling his feelings about his father out of his nose. apropos, and about the level of respect deserved.
his delight at the snort, however, is quick to fade in the wake of the new pace and mood. spock's close proximity to his face doesn't help matters, having to force his eyes away from parted bow-shaped lips to the bag of groceries between them in a sudden fit of apprehension. this incident is happening too soon after his confession and it puts him on edge. he doesn't want the attention, yet it's all he's ever wanted.
get a hold of yourself. spock needs you.)
Yeah. Of course, we can.
(kirk makes a genuine attempt to regain his footing and meet spock's gaze, successful. he doesn't want to become a man who'd put his own pining before his concern for his best friend. it's not only clear that the topic has wounded some part of him, he's unstable, emotionally compromised, and it's his duty to help him. an open expression won't frighten him, not after all they've been through.)
Want to know something? I've always been envious of your talent with music. Lyre, piano, singing, and all the rest... I've learned a lot over the years and I've studied many subjects but never once did I focus on an instrument. It's a little embarrassing to admit.
There's something about being an observer and a listener that I've always enjoyed. When you play, I find it relaxing. I'd like to be able to evoke that feeling in others. It'd be useful at times like these.
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Truly his emotions are out of control right now, and his renewed realization of this has it growing worse. ]
Sybok is... I do not know where Sybok is. I do not anticipate that I will ever see him again. [ Which is truthful, and conveyed calmly, but there is a new deeper furrow to his brow as he suddenly stops them both in their tracks, gripping at Kirk's shoulder with a tight hold as he turns to fully face him. ]
Jim. Let's speak of something else.
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his delight at the snort, however, is quick to fade in the wake of the new pace and mood. spock's close proximity to his face doesn't help matters, having to force his eyes away from parted bow-shaped lips to the bag of groceries between them in a sudden fit of apprehension. this incident is happening too soon after his confession and it puts him on edge. he doesn't want the attention, yet it's all he's ever wanted.
get a hold of yourself. spock needs you.)
Yeah. Of course, we can.
(kirk makes a genuine attempt to regain his footing and meet spock's gaze, successful. he doesn't want to become a man who'd put his own pining before his concern for his best friend. it's not only clear that the topic has wounded some part of him, he's unstable, emotionally compromised, and it's his duty to help him. an open expression won't frighten him, not after all they've been through.)
Want to know something? I've always been envious of your talent with music. Lyre, piano, singing, and all the rest... I've learned a lot over the years and I've studied many subjects but never once did I focus on an instrument. It's a little embarrassing to admit.
There's something about being an observer and a listener that I've always enjoyed. When you play, I find it relaxing. I'd like to be able to evoke that feeling in others. It'd be useful at times like these.