It's one thing to know something, intellectually, and know it instinctively. Gwen had just focused all of her energy on stopping him - he had tased her, shot at her, tried to beat her into submission. Just because he's back in his right mind doesn't mean that the body has forgotten the adrenaline of the moment - Jim's going to give it longer than a few hours, even if neither of them are talking about it directly at the moment.
He watched her flip that car earlier - they do need to talk about it, but later.
Good. It's worth a shot. [ It's the only shot they have, so they're taking it - but Jim is so very serious about her and Peter getting out, if it comes to that. He wisely doesn't mention that whatever Peter had tried clearly hadn't worked - they both know it, he doesn't need to say it. They don't know how the fight went, if Peter tried to web Spock and he broke free...they'll just have to find out for themselves.
At the follow-up, however, Jim's gaze cuts over to Gwen sharply. He can hear the words she's not saying, the ones his addled mind had flung at her, and the nauseous feeling churns in the pit of his stomach. ] Hey. Don't do that to yourself, Gwen. Splitting us up was the only way this was going to work, and it did work. I'm here, and Peter's going to be fine.
[ Honestly? The glass is kind of half full, even if they're both worried to death over it.
The bond aches the closer they get, and Jim bears the wave of howling emptiness - the demand that he go to Spock, to quell it, ratcheting up in intensity. Spock is certainly not helping things, calling out to him with every atom of his being - it's all Jim can do to keep his pace even, just behind Gwen, settling one mental hand against the tether. Here, I am here.
Gwen moves out into the open, and Jim aches to follow - he edges out a little bit from behind the tall line of bushes Gwen left him by, enough to see. He hasn't seen Spock's condition with clear eyes, and he's worried it's going to be worse than he thinks (he's probably right).
Show her the boy...she wants proof of life. She will hold up her end...t'hy'la, come to me...
Hopefully if he focuses on the messages he wants to press through to Spock's mind, he'll be distracted enough he won't notice the thousand other worries plaguing Jim - or their plan to heal him. ]
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He watched her flip that car earlier - they do need to talk about it, but later.
Good. It's worth a shot. [ It's the only shot they have, so they're taking it - but Jim is so very serious about her and Peter getting out, if it comes to that. He wisely doesn't mention that whatever Peter had tried clearly hadn't worked - they both know it, he doesn't need to say it. They don't know how the fight went, if Peter tried to web Spock and he broke free...they'll just have to find out for themselves.
At the follow-up, however, Jim's gaze cuts over to Gwen sharply. He can hear the words she's not saying, the ones his addled mind had flung at her, and the nauseous feeling churns in the pit of his stomach. ] Hey. Don't do that to yourself, Gwen. Splitting us up was the only way this was going to work, and it did work. I'm here, and Peter's going to be fine.
[ Honestly? The glass is kind of half full, even if they're both worried to death over it.
The bond aches the closer they get, and Jim bears the wave of howling emptiness - the demand that he go to Spock, to quell it, ratcheting up in intensity. Spock is certainly not helping things, calling out to him with every atom of his being - it's all Jim can do to keep his pace even, just behind Gwen, settling one mental hand against the tether. Here, I am here.
Gwen moves out into the open, and Jim aches to follow - he edges out a little bit from behind the tall line of bushes Gwen left him by, enough to see. He hasn't seen Spock's condition with clear eyes, and he's worried it's going to be worse than he thinks (he's probably right).
Show her the boy...she wants proof of life. She will hold up her end...t'hy'la, come to me...
Hopefully if he focuses on the messages he wants to press through to Spock's mind, he'll be distracted enough he won't notice the thousand other worries plaguing Jim - or their plan to heal him. ]