Jim narrowed his eyes and moved his hand away. “I know that, Spock. I’m not stupid.”
“Jim, I never intended to imply that you are stupid.” Spock was suddenly feeling very weary.
“I just meant that we could go to his grave or something, that’s all.” Jim lowered his gaze. He pushed away the bowl of cream of wheat. “Not hungry.”
“Would you like to have the donut?”
Jim looked up hopefully. “Could I?”
“Yes.” Spock rose and went to the cabinet to get the powdered donut package. He brought it to Jim.
“I’m sorry,” Jim said softly.
“I know. It is fine, ashaya.”