"You always do, don't you?" Jim said softly, fondly. It was odd, hearing his own words in such an unfamiliar timbre, sweetened or perhaps that was just some lingering bias he had. He could feel Spock's uncertainty through their unfamiliar hands, and he sent all the gratitude he had at Spock's safety, and their continued partnership, through it. They were back, safe, Bones was here, and in light of all that a new anatomy meant significantly less to Jim except as another, relatively benign adventure.

Somehow, he felt this was not like the last time. Not Janice Lester. He'd felt wrong in that body, and now he felt awkward and off but it wasn't the same. It'd be best to check, obviously, but this body seemed to react as he would, if not in all the predictable ways.

"Please can I kiss you? Just once."