The fact that he had been told, rather firmly, that Discovery would be analyzed heavily by Intelligence as well as Command before he and his crew would be allowed back on board her hadn't sat well at all with him. If not because of himself, he had barely scratched the surface of the Crossfield-class ship in his time on board her, but because of how the crew would react. Stamets especially, and he should probably touch base with Saru to make sure Stamets hadn't started a war with Starfleet over the ship. Or Reno, really he couldn't ignore her being on board either and her special breed of handling people. Or really any one of his crew and a typical Starfleet officer attempting to handle them.
If he came back to his crew not in the middle of a silent feud with the Starfleet investigators he would be surprised.
The jacket itself wasn't necessarily strangling, but it was one of those little things that made him up into a Captain throughout the day. Collar buttoned, jacket zipped up, everything straight and impeccable and ready to uphold the basic tenants of the Federation and his crew. But after today? It was certainly strangling him with what all he had just left behind and what all he had yet to do. Kirk's knock to his chest and comment was enough to make him go back to unbutton the collar and unzip it, enough to feel a little more free.
"I've been through debriefings before, but that was something," because really how else do you describe explaining your entire life to people that knew a different version of himself? "I have to admit, I'm jealous of how you all seem to be lacking in jackets and collars in your uniforms. And here I thought the new ones we got aboard the Enterprise were something different."
He wasn't about to argue about drinks or a change of clothes, Kirk didn't seem the sort to let him go easily. Not especially if he had waited around for him to finish, so following him to wait for a taxi vehicle wasn't really something to argue over. It would feel good to let go of being a Captain for a minute and try to get a grasp of this reality. It wasn't as if he didn't have his communicator on him and they couldn't get a hold of him.
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If he came back to his crew not in the middle of a silent feud with the Starfleet investigators he would be surprised.
The jacket itself wasn't necessarily strangling, but it was one of those little things that made him up into a Captain throughout the day. Collar buttoned, jacket zipped up, everything straight and impeccable and ready to uphold the basic tenants of the Federation and his crew. But after today? It was certainly strangling him with what all he had just left behind and what all he had yet to do. Kirk's knock to his chest and comment was enough to make him go back to unbutton the collar and unzip it, enough to feel a little more free.
"I've been through debriefings before, but that was something," because really how else do you describe explaining your entire life to people that knew a different version of himself? "I have to admit, I'm jealous of how you all seem to be lacking in jackets and collars in your uniforms. And here I thought the new ones we got aboard the Enterprise were something different."
He wasn't about to argue about drinks or a change of clothes, Kirk didn't seem the sort to let him go easily. Not especially if he had waited around for him to finish, so following him to wait for a taxi vehicle wasn't really something to argue over. It would feel good to let go of being a Captain for a minute and try to get a grasp of this reality. It wasn't as if he didn't have his communicator on him and they couldn't get a hold of him.