[He considers it, running his tongue over his teeth. He's identified the spot where he bit his lip earlier in the motorcycle stunt, and he never has known when to leave well enough alone.]
Outside the bar, when I reintroduced myself. And then in the restaurant.
[Both times he said something, adapted to what he felt the situation needed, and both times Kyle bucked social convention and did damned near the opposite. Jim's looking at him again, with curiosity this time. Starfleet's all about diplomacy. And as much as this guy's rebuffed his attempts at an olive branch, he can't in good conscience do the same. Especially not now that he knows why.]
Okay, so how do we fix it?
[Jim Kirk: solution oriented. But there's a faint element of should we even bother trying? in his tone as well. Leaving that ball in Kyle's court.
Jim might not like being read, but for him, it becomes a chess game. A competition. And he plays to win.]
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Outside the bar, when I reintroduced myself. And then in the restaurant.
[Both times he said something, adapted to what he felt the situation needed, and both times Kyle bucked social convention and did damned near the opposite. Jim's looking at him again, with curiosity this time. Starfleet's all about diplomacy. And as much as this guy's rebuffed his attempts at an olive branch, he can't in good conscience do the same. Especially not now that he knows why.]
Okay, so how do we fix it?
[Jim Kirk: solution oriented. But there's a faint element of should we even bother trying? in his tone as well. Leaving that ball in Kyle's court.
Jim might not like being read, but for him, it becomes a chess game. A competition. And he plays to win.]