As Jim talked, he looked down of what was left of his second strawberry, and after a pause for thought, popped the remaining bit of it into his mouth. A larger bite, for sure, but he wanted to chew on as he mulled over other thoughts. Spock glanced at Jim, saw his shoulders slump and wanted to...perhaps comfort him. If he were human, he would extend a hand to his shoulder, but he wasn't. So he didn't.

"Jim..." He kept his voice above the sounds of the sea, the water hitting the rocks, the local gulls flying out from the jungle at dusk--but just barely. "Despite the difficulty of it...you must. And lie, as well, if it is needed to maintain your command."