Without noting the steps in between, Jim was beside Kirk, his arm around him. He was still angry--this was not resolved, and he figured there'd be more confrontation before it was--but he could but it on hold. Forget it in the context of this, of the way Kirk wasn't looking at him, the tension in those shoulders.

"Jim, I'm sorry," he said nonsensically. He hadn't sent Kirk there. He couldn't have stopped it. But somehow it seemed unfair that they'd both had to share that. Of all things.