[Beach, Risa] -- [Kirk and Kirk]

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After Kirk left the cabin and sped off, he knew how restless he was. Too many thoughts buzzed in his head. Thoughts of Pher, thoughts of the possibility of Pher's Spock returning to get him or vengeance. How could he possibly make a choice in all of that?

Then... that meld. Spock agreeing to basically what boiled down to a cuddle between the three of them. Waking up with their hands touching. No, not just touching. He hadn't realized until several miles from the cabin that his hand was sore. They had been clutching. The red-golden thread that had stretched between himself and Spock.

He found himself wondering if something like that was between himself and Bones, and Bones and Spock.

Kirk stopped by the private cabin he shared with Bones only long enough to write his lover a note and look in on him. He wanted to slip into bed there, fall asleep against the other and let the worry stop for a while, but felt entirely too restless.



The dawn found him out on one of the beaches. He was sitting in his pants, shoes off and back by the cycle, sitting in the surf as it rolled in. His knees were pulled up and he was leaning back on his palms.

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Private Communication to James Kirk (other)

Soon as you're awake, feel free to come find me. My global position's attached.

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((OOC - Sorry, took me awhile to read all that stuff so I knew where we were.))

The younger Jim, for whatever reason, wasn't too far from where Jim had ended up, and he headed there directly. There was a mix of emotions approaching the meeting: apprehension, at the awkwardness that was assured; worry about decisions which had been discussed and perhaps reached without his input, a very unnatural feeling for him; and gratitude that Jim had answered his message and agreed to see him.

He watched the younger man for a moment before closing the distance, seeing the rising sun lend a reddish glow to hair lighter than his own, noting the abandon of his posture and position in the surf. And then he removed his own shoes and stepped forward, taking his place beside Jim, close but with enough distance between them to make no assumptions.