читаю тут фик Every Hug и расклеиваюсь.

оно такое просто невероятно каждое предложение читаю по несколько раз.


Все предельно просто - Джим обнимает Спока.

<...> Because I could not deny it anymore, I had the empirical evidence to support me: Jim did not hug anybody else.

I did not know why I was to always be the exception. I did not understand it; it remained one of the many, many things I did not understand about Jim.

Why am I the only one who is allowed to glimpse into your mind when you cannot hold yourself together anymore? Why am I the only person you trust to see…?

If you feel broken, Jim, Captain, friend… why do I heal you?

How do I help you, if it seems to me like I barely do anything at all? Why do you look more like yourself after this strange new routine that I do not understand?

That I cannot understand, Jim?

Because what help might I possibly be to you, when we hardly speak about it, when all you do is ask me, without words, to hold you in my arms? </...>