Summary: The end of the Mission is nigh…
He's brooding on the observation deck and I hesitate to approach. I have what should be happy news, but he won't see it as such.
"Enterprise--return to base--mission complete."
Already the rumors are flying. His being offered a promotion to the admiralty, and that Spock intends to retire to Vulcan while McCoy has threatened to quit.
He attempts a smile, but there is no life in it. He reads the padd, his face freezing in a pale imitation of happiness.
I rest my hand on his shoulder, offering what little comfort and understanding he will accept from me.