Face to face with the man who had tried to kill him, and his entire crew full of innocent people, Jim’s fingers balled into fists, ready to attack. He knew that his emotions should have fallen into a grey area, because if it weren’t for Khan, there was no way he would be standing there now. Jim Kirk had never done grey, though, it was all or nothing, his heart on his sleeve.
“Did you have a nice nap?” Jim asked, tone icy and jaw clenched. He didn’t know how the other man had gotten out of his cryotube, but Jim had every intention of putting him back.