"Being here puts a whole slew of unique, awful things on our shoulders," he says, "whether I mean 'our' as in Starfleet captains or 'our' as in everyone. But if we've got breathing room from other shit, at least there's that. We've got to accept what silver linings we can, or we'll all go crazy."

Psychology tips he's probably had drilled into his head over whiskey with Bones at one point or another; what Jim hasn't self-diagnosed in his efforts to suck less since Chris's death, he's had laid out and shoved into his face by his best friend. It's easier to think of him - of everyone - mechanically, in lessons, instead of emotions.

"Thank you for telling me. And thank you for listening."