Kirk felt himself relax, just slightly, at those words. They were words he needed to hear badly. He looked down, then focused on getting his hand up - hey, finally responding - and reaching up to grasp weakly at Bones' shirt. There were a million questions Kirk wanted to ask in return, but his mind just wasn't entirely up to it. So he just hung on, for now, watching Bones' face.
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Date: 2009-10-18 04:27 pm (UTC)