"Well that's a leap, Jimmy." Which isn't a no. It's not a yes but it might as well be.

Goddamn James Kirk and his brilliant mind. He'd forgotten just how fucking observant he is, how well he knows Leonard, how much he knows about his baggage, his wounds, his bone deep convictions.

A sip of bourbon settles him somewhat and, steadied by whiskey, he dares to look up and meet Jim's eyes.