He drags his hand into his hair, swallowing hard as he feels the world spinning a little. "It doesn't matter, Jim. You're grieving. You're looking for a rebound," he points out, with a deep breath. "I kissed you because I wanted to, I wanted you," he agrees. "Only, I know it's not gonna work, not with you feeling the do, about Spock."

Ruefully, he gives Jim a long look, gaze sliding down to his mouth. "What I want doesn't matter and I'm a big enough man to admit that."