Show me? The words made sense, but not the concept. Show me. Show me what you feel.
What he felt.
Okay.
What came was a burst, shattering in all directions. Images, memories, that flickered faster then a kaleidoscope. Not just distinct memories, but memories attached to certain feelings. Jim's warmth came matched with things like being curled up in someone's arms, what might have been a camp fire or a trash barrel fire, the summer's heat in California. His laughter came with happier feelings, a Christmas tree at an odd angle, the rush of a motorcycle with someone at his back, the joy at seeing a roomful of cadets, instructors, and Starfleet board standing on their feet for him.
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What he felt.
Okay.
What came was a burst, shattering in all directions. Images, memories, that flickered faster then a kaleidoscope. Not just distinct memories, but memories attached to certain feelings. Jim's warmth came matched with things like being curled up in someone's arms, what might have been a camp fire or a trash barrel fire, the summer's heat in California. His laughter came with happier feelings, a Christmas tree at an odd angle, the rush of a motorcycle with someone at his back, the joy at seeing a roomful of cadets, instructors, and Starfleet board standing on their feet for him.