[Fenris lets his eyes close at the feeling of Kirk's fingers threading through his hair,
taking comfort in the small action. Everything had been awful, and there were times he had honestly worried if he had been doing the right thing- if Kirk's decision to make him First Mate had been an incorrect one. Had he truly done enough? He did not know.]

It is fine, it is not the first time.

[That...came out wrong. He sighs, frustrated.]

I mean. I am capable of dealing with things alone. You need not worry about me. I have survived worse.