Kirk watched Spock walk off, studying him silently. Spock automatically had switched to Jim, and had been, because of the off-duty nature. Spock looked surprisingly good in casual clothing (Kirk wondered if Spock worried about how things went together or anything else in that man's OCD nature) and wore it well.

Kirk thought about that dream, about his own words, about what Spock had told him, and was determined to make this work. Very determined. ...It was a dream, right? He looked down to the bag in his hand, and sighed. Fuck. He was listening to a dream. Maybe it was a sign of going nuts.

He looked down the beach, and smiled a little. In the distance he could see a jetty... maybe they could walk out there and talk.