Kirk stared silently at Spock, tense under the too-warm hands. But when they didn't tighten, he let out the breath he was holding. The rest of the world vanished, for a moment, leaving them dealing with too much between them. Anger and worry and protection and betrayal and rage and revenge and a desire to make this work when neither of them knew how.

"...go on." Kirk said finally, his voice a little rough from his yelling.