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Kevin leans back, folds his hands against the back of his head, and closes his eyes – letting Uhura’s voice wash through him as she sings about a faraway lover and the steady, heartbreaking passage of time.
He smirks at himself before turning in his chair and reaching over abandoned food for his glass of milk – he knew better than to think that he, someone too long into space to remember what Earth looked or smelled like, would ever get that kind of love.
He sips at his milk, thinking about the way the captain looks at Mr. Spock, and wonders.