Yeah, this- this is gonna involve yelling. Leonard weighs how much he can probably get away with not explaining versus how adamant Jim will get if he tries to stonewall him- not that it ever worked, Jim's got a nose for bullshit stronger than Leonard's and normally it's fair and fine, but right now? Not the most endearing trait. He grabs two heavy, cut crystal highballs and sets them on the table to match, grabbing ice for each. The clink and spin of frozen water on glass rings in his ears like tinnitus, even as he motions for Jim to pour.

"I'm retiring from the fleet, Jimmy, I wrote that much- I didn't want to." he maybe hadn't made that terribly clear in the letter, trying too damn hard not to let any important details slip. "I genuinely didn't. If I could I'd've flown out with you lot for the Klingon mission."