Despite himself, he flinched at her name. Her ghost settled heavy in the room, the knowledge of what Spock did in his time - the necklace, what it meant, just... everything. How much it had ached to see it around her neck, to learn what it was, even in the middle of a crisis. Easy to hide those feelings because of it, less so now when he had been stripped raw by everyone who had responded, much less the man sitting barely three feet from him.

"So we're on the same page about something, at least," Kirk leaned back into the sofa with a sigh. He licked his lips, tossing words about like dice, hoping some would come that made more sense than what could politely be called a word salad.

"I can't make that decision for you, Spock. At this point I am honestly hoping you do not outright disown me," he admitted, because god would he deserve it for this fuck up, but he seriously hoped that wasn't even an option in Spock's mind. "You saw it, when we kissed. We partially melded, right? I can't hide from you in a meld. So you know how I feel, and it's... I'll accept whatever you want of this now."

It was all he could really say, and it was the only right thing to say. No argument. No denial. He had to be the captain he was and take his punishment for his error in judgement.

Consequences.