[ Jim is Very Tired, and now he's got whiskey in his system, which eases the brain-to-mouth filter a little. (A little more, anyway; Jim Kirk ten years ago would have picked at it ruthlessly from the first notice, or worse, shied away and labeled her untrustworthy. Now he's - well. This.) ]
Neither am I, [ he admits, looking at her. He's guileless, sticking hard to the honesty they were speaking of. Jim isn't sure, just knows there's something she's evasive about, and it's something that keeps bumping up against their conversations. ]
I don't really mind it. Unless you're secretly bleeding to death under the table from whatever accident you had.
[ It's not the most diplomatic offer of 'forgetting' it and moving on, but it's a friendly one. Whether or not it's a good idea, Jim trusts her, and that much is clear in the easy manner he has even now.
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Neither am I, [ he admits, looking at her. He's guileless, sticking hard to the honesty they were speaking of. Jim isn't sure, just knows there's something she's evasive about, and it's something that keeps bumping up against their conversations. ]
I don't really mind it. Unless you're secretly bleeding to death under the table from whatever accident you had.
[ It's not the most diplomatic offer of 'forgetting' it and moving on, but it's a friendly one. Whether or not it's a good idea, Jim trusts her, and that much is clear in the easy manner he has even now.
He never claimed to be graceful. ]