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I do not acknowledge emotion. But when I hear him laugh at something that Dr. McCoy says, I can’t help but feel happy at the look of pure joy on his face.

I do not acknowledge emotion. But when I see him running toward me, after I take a plasma shot to the chest and I hear the worry and pain in his voice as he begs me to stay awake. I can’t help but feel like I have to do everything in my power to stay alive just to see him smile again.

I do not acknowledge emotion. But as I wake up in the med-bay and see him sitting by my bed, slumped over asleep in the chair. As I watch him wake up and I see the relief wash over his features when he sees me looking back at him. I can’t help but feel as if I finally belong.

I do not acknowledge emotion. But as he looks up at me with his big blue eyes that radiate trust. I can’t help but feel pride at the knowledge that he reserves that trust for me alone.

I do not acknowledge emotion. But as he shouts my name in pleasure from under me, I can’t help but feel as if I’ll never be able to leave him.

I do not acknowledge emotion. But when it comes to Captain James T. Kirk I can’t help but love him.