[Kirk sighs, debating throwing the wadded up shirt at his friend and then following it up with a punch, just because that's how he deals with emotional shit. He beats it down and fights it off, and never, ever deals with it.

He doesn't throw the shirt but he does sit up, passing his fingers through his hair.] "I'm gonna take my chances with the lynch mob if you're gonna start questioning dedication to my crew."

[It's not really an easy fight to have since they're both on the Barge where three hundred and ninety eight members of his crew are not.]

"I know people count on me, Bones. I'm well aware of that. And you know, they also count on me to save their asses and this hasn't really come up yet but if it's a choice between me or them, it's gonna be me. It's always gonna be me."