Therapy Session's a Two-Drink Minimum (for boldygoing )

[smartass_captain]

You'd think this would be easier.

Find a place that's safe and quiet. Out of the way where neither of them has to be 'On' and neither of them has to worry about being bothered. Dig out a chess set, get a couple of drinks (make sure a certain Jim doesn't get too many drinks), and there you go. There's just one small problem with this idea.

There isn't a safe place anymore.

Jim's barely been able to hold still in the Nexus and he's already so high energy that some of the denizens don't think he's capable of sitting down. He doubts his counterpart is having an easier time of it. Jim's forgotten which of them came up with the idea. Inclined to think it was himself, but then he's pretty sure the younger one would say the same so who even knows.

They'll hash out the details as they go. Jim locks his quarters with his override code before shooting a set of PINpoint coordinates to his counterpart.

Chess set's set up. We doing this?

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[boldygoing]

Jim nods, understanding that sentiment completely. Sleep aids are usually the last thing he wants to touch, too afraid that something will happen and he won't be able to wake up, or that he'll be trapped under the surface, mired in a nightmare that can't end. But even Jim Kirk can't last forever without sleep. He's only human, after all.

And the older captain isn't the only one that's given in to that kind of desperation lately.

He touches two fingers to his forehead briefly in a sloppy salute. "Will do. Thanks. For all this." As horrible as it was to talk about, the anticipation of it all might have been worse. And with this put behind them, maybe they can finally sleep without dreams, at least for a little while.