[He takes the pain of his fingers surprisingly well. He knows this is terrible news for Kirk to hear, worse so to know he slept through it. He could well imagine the guilt churning in his captain's mind currently. As such, he bears it, watching him with a quiet sadness, wishing to offer comfort, but not finding the right words to do so.
His fingers move to the back of Kirk's head as he rests against his shoulder. His fingers brush through the hairs on the back of his neck, an attempt at soothing him. ]
Fine. It was exhausting, but I am fine.
[Most of the deceased were strangers to him, aside from Kaidan. Besides, grief is not something he tends to wallow in. Death is something he accepts with the horrible finality it usually is. Perhaps they will return, perhaps they will not. It is all out of their hands. He doesn't voice it, he doesn't want to appear heartless, especially not now. It would only make it harder for Kirk in the long run. ]
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His fingers move to the back of Kirk's head as he rests against his shoulder. His fingers brush through the hairs on the back of his neck, an attempt at soothing him. ]
Fine. It was exhausting, but I am fine.
[Most of the deceased were strangers to him, aside from Kaidan. Besides, grief is not something he tends to wallow in. Death is something he accepts with the horrible finality it usually is. Perhaps they will return, perhaps they will not. It is all out of their hands. He doesn't voice it, he doesn't want to appear heartless, especially not now. It would only make it harder for Kirk in the long run. ]