You're a pain in the ass. [He informed Jim, closing his eyes again. It was more like a pull than a push, Jim's attitude and acceptance making it all the easier to form some sort thin connection. He could almost imagine Spock's disapproving gaze at playing around with the mighty Vulcan voodoo, and it was on that thought he sort of... fell.

It was a strange sensation, like a rush of thoughts and feelings and god knew what else making it hard to breath. Then suddenly he was Kirk and Kirk was him and everything made perfect sense. As quickly as it came he lost it, going too far, too fast, and he pulled back- jerked almost, nearly toppling off the bed when he finally pulled his hand away and was fully and completely himself. It was almost lonely.

He stared for a few moments, at T'Pol's hand then Jim, then the hand again.] Jesus. [He muttered a little breathlessly, closing his eyes.]