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As promised, the retired captain's Nexus apartment is only a short walk from the party at the cafe. The lobby of the complex is somewhat busy, with costumed children being escorted around the local businesses with their parents in tow, but once the lift takes the couple up to the tenth floor, there is blessed silence.
Jim's apartment is a little smaller than the one he once had as an admiral, with fewer things to fill in the empty spaces. The walls hold only a few paintings and none of the antique weaponry he once collected, nor model sailing ships on display, but he does have a few bookshelves that he has been slowly restocking with the classics he's always enjoyed, and his kitchenette is well-stocked with all the necessities. As always, his living space is clean and well-organized, old habits left over from life aboard a starship.
He opens his mouth to say, 'make yourself at home,' before thinking better of it. "Make yourself comfortable," he says instead, hanging up his jacket by the door. As much as he feels he needs to hear what Spock has seen and done in the years since his... disappearance... part of him is also reluctant to leap straight into what is sure to be an emotionally-taxing event, even for someone as tightly controlled as a Vulcan. "Do you want some tea?"
Jim's apartment is a little smaller than the one he once had as an admiral, with fewer things to fill in the empty spaces. The walls hold only a few paintings and none of the antique weaponry he once collected, nor model sailing ships on display, but he does have a few bookshelves that he has been slowly restocking with the classics he's always enjoyed, and his kitchenette is well-stocked with all the necessities. As always, his living space is clean and well-organized, old habits left over from life aboard a starship.
He opens his mouth to say, 'make yourself at home,' before thinking better of it. "Make yourself comfortable," he says instead, hanging up his jacket by the door. As much as he feels he needs to hear what Spock has seen and done in the years since his... disappearance... part of him is also reluctant to leap straight into what is sure to be an emotionally-taxing event, even for someone as tightly controlled as a Vulcan. "Do you want some tea?"