This is going to look amazing when the real thing is in front of him. (Hell, on him. It's a little baffling to think that this is for him even if he's known about the idea for quite a while now.) He's attentive, reaches to turn it here and there when York's not fiddling with it.
Then the colour comes on, and the Starfleet delta is emblazoned clear on the arm, and he feels more than a little suckerpunched. He still has his uniform, tucked away in his room. Hasn't worn it for some time when before it had been like a second skin. And the red on the arm is just like that bloody rave when York painted it on him. Back when Jim was still around. That York remembers these details has him swallowing back an unanticipated emotion.
Nothing will ever be like home again, but the reminders--the good reminders--can keep them grounded to where they came from. He clears his throat after a long moment. "Upgrades?" Are they really doing that?
Day 131 - evening - action
Then the colour comes on, and the Starfleet delta is emblazoned clear on the arm, and he feels more than a little suckerpunched. He still has his uniform, tucked away in his room. Hasn't worn it for some time when before it had been like a second skin. And the red on the arm is just like that bloody rave when York painted it on him. Back when Jim was still around. That York remembers these details has him swallowing back an unanticipated emotion.
Nothing will ever be like home again, but the reminders--the good reminders--can keep them grounded to where they came from. He clears his throat after a long moment. "Upgrades?" Are they really doing that?