"I was drugged. I can't remember a lot of it." Kirk said quietly, honestly, leaning back with a manner that suggested he was still uneasy. "I just listened to him talk for hours on end... and he went to write more of his stuff on me and... I just remember thinking that I wanted something of mine instead."

He shrugged, a little. "Made sense, then. Now..." He brushed his fingers over Vulcan. "I don't know. Don't know."