[Spock's whispers are like pouring water over a burn. Jim is instantly soothed. He has his safe place which until this moment he hadn't realized he'd made with Spock. The vulcan's intimate gestures were nothing if not incredibly effective at simply ending the trauma-induced hysteria Jim had been quickly approaching.
He could volunteer to stay here forever but his mother's sobs pulled on him almost like a marionette.]
I can't leave her out there... but stay with me.
[He opened their door, facing his weeping mother.]
Jim I'm so sorry. I didn't mean that at all I just...
It's okay mom... [Jim reached forward and pulled his mother into a hug. Strangely the roles were reversed, the victim comforting the unrelated witness. But now Spock likely had a window into how Jim's childhood looked. Winona sobbed into his shoulder, her arms held him tight. Jim pet her hair patiently, almost absently as if this was a habit ingrained deeper than any other.]
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[Spock's whispers are like pouring water over a burn. Jim is instantly soothed. He has his safe place which until this moment he hadn't realized he'd made with Spock. The vulcan's intimate gestures were nothing if not incredibly effective at simply ending the trauma-induced hysteria Jim had been quickly approaching.
He could volunteer to stay here forever but his mother's sobs pulled on him almost like a marionette.]
I can't leave her out there... but stay with me.
[He opened their door, facing his weeping mother.]
Jim I'm so sorry. I didn't mean that at all I just...
It's okay mom... [Jim reached forward and pulled his mother into a hug. Strangely the roles were reversed, the victim comforting the unrelated witness. But now Spock likely had a window into how Jim's childhood looked. Winona sobbed into his shoulder, her arms held him tight. Jim pet her hair patiently, almost absently as if this was a habit ingrained deeper than any other.]