[Swift. To the point. But gentle. Somehow Spock had hit every element of their argument in September with little more than recounting a story that Lupin suspected was heavily influenced by Spock's personal life. The link worked both ways, he remembered.
...A part of him wondered just how much Spock knew.
That was his innate paranoia leaking through, even as he accepted the reassurance that he felt from Spock. Understanding without judgement was all he ever asked for in his friends. It was given, most of the time.
And it was given here, with nothing asked in return.]
I know.
[He replied in kind, knowing that he couldn't have found his voice even with the amplifier in place.]
'Nakama.' They'll pull through. Maybe. If not...then it was my mistake.
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...A part of him wondered just how much Spock knew.
That was his innate paranoia leaking through, even as he accepted the reassurance that he felt from Spock. Understanding without judgement was all he ever asked for in his friends. It was given, most of the time.
And it was given here, with nothing asked in return.]
I know.
[He replied in kind, knowing that he couldn't have found his voice even with the amplifier in place.]
'Nakama.' They'll pull through. Maybe. If not...then it was my mistake.