[ Jim blinks rapidly, stunned to abrupt silence when Spock clasps his wrist and he isn't sure how to respond to it. He recognizes it as a good and calming gesture, but he feels neither of those things. In fact he feels more alone in this moment than the days he spent scavenging for food on that colony in order to keep himself and Thomas alive.
Then, as the shuttle is slowing, he finds that he can't answer his first officer in a suitable fashion. He grips his hand back, for a brief moment, and when he looks up to meet his gaze there's obvious pain in his own eyes. ]
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Then, as the shuttle is slowing, he finds that he can't answer his first officer in a suitable fashion. He grips his hand back, for a brief moment, and when he looks up to meet his gaze there's obvious pain in his own eyes. ]
I can't. Im sorry I can't.