He kissed Jim's temple. "Yeah." Fuck, this was the day he was dreading. Even more than getting called himself, should that happen - he was able to separate the doctor part of him when he needed to, like reading a medical report.

But... he didn't like thinking of those days, when Jim was returned from the Narada, broken and beaten. He looked down and could see Jim's hand, flexing and straightening. He took it in his own hands, rubbing gently at the fingers. "I wish... I hate that you're going alone. I wish I could be there with you."