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[captaincocksure]

[Jim moves up to the podium like a man who wears authority well: confident strides, straight back, a clear mission. For a moment it might seem the piazza is in for some rousing speech or recruiting presentation.

But when he turns to face the assembled, there's a seriousness to his expression. A slight drooping of those squared shoulders, as if burdened.]

How do you move on from loss?

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[captaincocksure]

[ Jim's smile twitches brighter for a fleeting moment. Quite the understatement. Do Vulcans realize how amusing they can be?

But then his expression sobers once more. He nods. He thinks he understands. Not the same man, not the same timeline... but close enough. Still a loss. ]

He was a good man, Spock. In any timeline.

[sem_tor]

[ Spock rests a hand on Kirk's shoulder. The position is odd, not one someone would mistake for comforting. It seems almost as if he is going for a nerve pinch never fully realized. It... is really the only natural way for him his hand fits there. He knows a small touch - thankfully through clothing - is considered desirable for times of sympathy. ]

I would find that conclusion most correct, Captain.

[captaincocksure]

[ Jim can't help the grin that comes to his lips. It figures that it would take something like Admiral Pike to make Spock find his logic sound.

He's grateful, too, for the attempt at sympathy. For the contact. It's awkward but it's the effort that counts, the fact that Spock is trying. ]

Thank you. I'm glad we agree.