Was Frank lonely? Kirk wouldn’t blame him, in this place. Even with James there, with the friends he was making, there was always a sense of loneliness. A sense of never quiet belonging, and a part of him being left behind, somewhere else. But of course it was. He wanted to be home, with his crew, his family. As much as he felt the ache in Frank’s push into his touch, he felt his own, yearning for connection.

He leaned down, touching his forehead to Frank’s as Frank had done to him several times over the course of the past hour - hours? Who knew.

“I’ll be quick,” he promised, pressing a fast kiss to Frank’s lips before sitting up and getting out his own set of supplies from the kit, setting to work.

He was no doctor, but Bones had made sure that he understood some basic first aid, though this was primitive by his standards. Still, it got the job done as he disinfected Frank’s cuts and wrapped the bandages around the thick slab of muscle.

“Good as new,” he murmured, hand returning to massage Frank’s neck.