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Fine, he says.

[the clash of emotion is so complex and at odds with itself, it leaves Jim dizzy. what is he supposed to say to this man? how his reaction to his name has evolved over the years, how he— well, followed in his footsteps in a way he'd never intended to as a child, down to giving his life for the crew.

he'll never hear the end of the apple doesn't fall far from the tree jokes. albeit, it might be a feat for someone to say them without Kirk punching them in the throat.

he opens his mouth, then closes it, then opens it again:]

I—

[whatever he means to say, it doesn't hit the air]

Of course he did. He has your stubborn streak.

Edited 2013-05-28 19:53 (UTC)

He's got a good heart. It's the most a man can ask for.

[ a laugh ]

My stubborn streak? I've seen that grin of his a hundred times, Nona. Come to think of it, I wound up marrying it.

[ she chuckles, smiling at the use of 'Nona'. It's always special when he says it. ]

You've seen that grin, but have you seen that little puckered look his face makes when he's trying to think something through?

[ kids always grow up. it's the way of the world, it's what george himself had done. winona too. spouted up like weeds and learned to stand tall- soak up the sun and the rain and lean into the wind. it's impossible for him not to feel it. the regret, the sense of loss. he wasn't there. not to watch his boy grow up, become a brave, good man. but george also knows that for all his regret, he wouldn't change a single thing. ] Jim.

[ the ache is at war with affection in his gaze. warm and proud. the corner of his mouth flickers. the ghost of a smile. his head shakes. ]

I'd hoped you'd take after your mother. She's got the good looks in this family.

I pucker, huh.

Like a lemon. [ Tiny little teasing smile. ]

He reminds me of you, when we were all still learning.

[ there are a hundred things that could be said, but that-

that draws him up short. it's a long moment before he speaks, working around the desert of his mouth. ]

That's a hell of a compliment, [ a beat- ] sir.

One that both of you are deserving of, Captain. [ a pause, brief, but a smile follows ] He's still a headstrong idiot, though.

[ it's the first full laugh he's had in a long time. the kind that starts in his belly and wrinkles at his eyes. ]

Now I know you're making that up.

I take it you're leaving me out of that particular comparison.

You're an emotional one, there's certainly a difference.

I am not! [ She hasn't smiled and laughed like this in a long time. ] Sometimes you looked constipated.

[ The resemblance is what strikes him first. The realization that this is George Kirk comes second. Everything else just seems to blur off at the edges. At first, he's not sure what he feels. And then the swelling in his chest makes it difficult for him to breathe.

When he can finally manage words, he tries for the classic smirk he's known for, the smartass. ]

Not just saying that to be nice, right?

[ He's tempted to throw out "old man" but just that one question seemed to take his voice and he feels more small and vulnerable than he can remember feeling in a long time. ]

Edited (gah that typo) 2013-05-28 22:17 (UTC)

Sounds like he could benefit from a- grounding influence.

Who, Sam? Yeah I guess he's alright.

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spoilahs in this tag

had to.

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oh my my feelshajdha

/already a pile of sobs over here

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no pike no why would you agk dasjdha

because feelings is why

no i can't

no i want off this ride

there are no exits off this one i'm sorry

it's a boy, george, a boy.

how could I not?

you are the worst surrogate father

all the bb kirks in here