Oh, no, believe me, it's not for lack of trying— but I have a CMO that always thinks the worst can happen and has the tendency to stab me with medicine twice a day, and a First Officer that has a degree in saving my ass.

A bit— *sneezes again* ... hells, you'll end up faster asking me what am I not allergic to.

“—ey, it was just a joke, I can read just fine! Dammit, Bones, stop it!”

He hates it when the doctor pokes him with the tricorder. Next he knows, he'll be treacherously stabbed with a hypospray.

+ them messages, but I don't believe they'll come. Mom's probably at the other end of the universe, and Sammy— well. We haven't talked in years, besides sending a "happy birthday" or "happy holidays" text that the other doesn't reply to. Soooo... yeah”.

“Yeah. I think I'd like to take you there”.

Besides, Spock surrounded by cornfields... he wonders if he'll find them interesting or something.

“... if I'm honest with you, I don't think so”, Kirk shakes his head. He sounds kinda tired— of expecting anything from his family, that is. “I've send +

“You know he won't until tomorrow because he so very much likes to be a pain in my ass”.

+ way they'll be going to every place that's important for both of them, he supposes.

Feels weird; he's never invited anyone to his house in Iowa. He himself hasn't been there for years. But with Spock... he can share everything. So it's okay.

Jim pokes softly at the bond between them, trying to soak in Spock's emotions, too.

“Sure, I'm okay with that”, he replies, happily snuggling against the half-vulcan, a smile still curving his lips. “And— next time we make a stop on Earth... we can go together to Iowa. If you want to”, and that +

+ okay.

“... oh, shut up. You're gonna make me cry, old sap. I— I don't think I deserve that kind of belief in me, but— you know I try my best not to disappoint you both. Not too much, at least”.

“Where's the fun in that? We'll be respectable officers when we hit the hundred years or something. Maybe. Pffft— alright, alright; I'll behave”.

With a soft laugh, Jim pats Bones' back before letting him go. Not that he wants to, but he knows that the doctor isn't as clingy as him. And that's +

“... yeah, I guess I am”.

It's their silver lady, after all. Without her, they would have never had the chance to get to know each other.

“—wait, really? You think it's a good idea, too?”, he smiles brightly, searching for his hand so he can intertwine their fingers.

+ towards the padd. “Why don't we get married in space? In a place between Earth and New Vulcan”.

That's his idea. He bites down his lower lip.

“I mean— I'm human, and you're both human and vulcan, but— we also belong among the stars, don't we? That's where we understood each other first”.

Okay, that gets a laugh out of Kirk. He loves it when Spock seems so lost with human's way of speaking.

“No, no— nothing, "cheesy" is another way of saying that I'm about to be really sentimental right now”, he explains, with a grin, before turning his eyes again +