And that -- right there -- was probably why we got along. I'm a girl who needs a whole lot of non-judgement in her life, some days. Most days.

[ and with a tentative peace settling over the moment, she loops her arm once again around spock's. he's cold; she needs to help him. soup, she thinks. warm soup will do the trick.

but she'd be a liar if she didn't admit to herself that spock's...characterization didn't leave a nostalgic twinge in her chest. she and jim are so very in the past. she has a new captain, now. but it doesn't mean she doesn't miss him. ]

I take that as a compliment, by the way. Being much like your Captain.