[ Jim gets it; everyone's been dealing with the infection aftermath of their own accord, and with the way Claude's shop had been destroyed (and how is it that his shop gets destroyed, but other buildings seem to pop right back into existence as they are, completely whole again? Un-fucking-fair, Aldrip) - well, Jim's not taking the delay personally.
Claude looks good, and there's an iota of tension that eases somewhere in Jim's spine, just being able to lay eyes on him and confirm that. His Gnosia memories are blurry with pain and the torment of inescapable voices (add that to the nightmare rotation, you know, just in case his subconscious gets bored), so it was hard to determine just how badly they'd injured Claude during their shared psychosis. Based on the defensive injuries Spock had accrued, Claude hadn't gone down easy; but he had gone down, right into that fucked up little oubliette they'd constructed. Jesus H. Christ.
Anyway, Jim steps back to allow Claude entry, closing the door behind him. He doesn't offer a friendly pat the way he normally does - Jim's all too familiar with how off-balance it could put a person, after a friend becomes a foe. No, it's far better to let Claude determine his own comfort level. ]
Back exactly as they should be. [ Jim is also not fessing up to the weird-ass soulbond bullshit that gave him a direct mental link to Spock, established in the aftermath of everything. Not upfront, anyway; Claude had helped him sort through his own nonsense, but this was...a lot, even for Jim. ] And yourself?
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Claude looks good, and there's an iota of tension that eases somewhere in Jim's spine, just being able to lay eyes on him and confirm that. His Gnosia memories are blurry with pain and the torment of inescapable voices (add that to the nightmare rotation, you know, just in case his subconscious gets bored), so it was hard to determine just how badly they'd injured Claude during their shared psychosis. Based on the defensive injuries Spock had accrued, Claude hadn't gone down easy; but he had gone down, right into that fucked up little oubliette they'd constructed. Jesus H. Christ.
Anyway, Jim steps back to allow Claude entry, closing the door behind him. He doesn't offer a friendly pat the way he normally does - Jim's all too familiar with how off-balance it could put a person, after a friend becomes a foe. No, it's far better to let Claude determine his own comfort level. ]
Back exactly as they should be. [ Jim is also not fessing up to the weird-ass soulbond bullshit that gave him a direct mental link to Spock, established in the aftermath of everything. Not upfront, anyway; Claude had helped him sort through his own nonsense, but this was...a lot, even for Jim. ] And yourself?