[It occurs to her that she is now literally being a shoulder to cry on and Kirk still doesn't really know who the hell she is or what they've been through together and she's so far outside her comfort zone that she can't even see it any more but - he needs her. So she's here. And it really is just that simple.
This is probably what love feels like, which is a thought she fences off to stare at and worry about later.]
Yeah? Good. Great.
[She squeezes his shoulders.]
It'll be okay, Jim. Don't - ask me how, or when, but - it will.
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This is probably what love feels like, which is a thought she fences off to stare at and worry about later.]
Yeah? Good. Great.
[She squeezes his shoulders.]
It'll be okay, Jim. Don't - ask me how, or when, but - it will.