[Fenris does, at least, stop to listen to what Kirk has to say. Everything is just swirling up inside him, and he honestly expects this to be it. That his continued self-fulfilling prophecy of being alone his entire damn life will do what it always does. He'd deserve it.

He hesitates, before moving to sit with him, putting his hand in Kirk's, brow furrowed, trying to understand. He knows his own flaws too well, and hearing Kirk list them as things he likes about him will never not confuse him. ]

Oh.

[Ever the loquacious one. Just because something is broken, doesn't mean you throw it away. That sticks somewhere in his chest and stays there. He takes a few shaky breaths.]

I- I don't regret what happened between us, not at all. Not for a second. I wish I had been the better man, gone about it properly instead of skulking around like a coward. I have a lot of regrets in my life, Kirk...but you're not one of them. Not ever.