[Kirk had been standing outside the door, waiting nervously, listening. He felt he should be in there helping, but it would have been awkward, and Spock... Spock wouldn't have liked it.
God, the other was blind. Blind.
Not that that made him a cripple, but Jesus, it wasn't like he'd been born blind...
When Spock called he opened the door and padded in, taking his elbow gently.]
Yeah, come on. I put out some clothes on your bed too. Do you want me to burn the ones you came in or attempt to wash them?
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God, the other was blind. Blind.
Not that that made him a cripple, but Jesus, it wasn't like he'd been born blind...
When Spock called he opened the door and padded in, taking his elbow gently.]
Yeah, come on. I put out some clothes on your bed too. Do you want me to burn the ones you came in or attempt to wash them?