Jim...felt like an ass. Here he was, moping about a father who'd died doing something great, something heroic that had not only saved his life, but the lives of eight hundred other people and Seven's parents had selfishly dragged her into a situation where she'd ended up assimilated by a cybernetic, hive-mind species and robbed of her humanity. What did he have to complain about? ...it was a complicated answer and one he couldn't properly articulate to her if he tried. The only person who seemed to understand his father issues was Bones and that was probably due to the man having pulled Jim out of a bar every year on his birthday for the past three years. A lot of it had to do with Winona up and leaving him with Frank and Sam taking off--
But that was nothing to dwell on right now.
Say something.
"When I was thirteen, I drove my father's antique, red 1967 stingray corvette off a cliff into a canyon," popped out of his mouth. He grinned a little, looking up at her. "My older brother, Sam, used to tell me about how much our father loved that car. Our step-father, Frank, was going to sell it while our mother was off-world to make some quick cash. So, I destroyed it."
God, it still sounded ridiculous, even now. Only him. Only Jim Kirk would do something so over the top.