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[chooses_to_feel]

Three Andorians, twelve Tribbles, seven Klingons.

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[smartass_captain]

[There's fire in Jim's eyes as he argues with McCoy to let him up so he can do his goddamned job--a fire that dies down when Spock makes his entrance and looks remarkably ordinary compared to how Jim remembered him being when he was last awake.]

Spock--you're. You're fine.

[Bones throws his hands up in the air. As if he hadn't said so ten dozen times in the time it took the commander to get down here himself. Grumble. He's going to get his tricorder and run some scans and Jim better be there when he comes back with said device.

Jim's hand reaches out and touches his first officer's sleeve gently. He's even changed into clean garments.]

I'm sorry. I--You had to handle all of that. I mean.

[Pull yourself together, captain. He clears his throat.]

Status report?

[chooses_to_feel]

[Spock doesn't pull away from the touch. In fact he closes his hand gently around Kirk's. With McCoy out of the room, he can allow himself a small display of affection.]

The Tribbles have been placed into stasis. The Klingons are on route back to their home world.

I have handled matters, Captain. Please. Rest.