He pops the aspirin into his mouth and washes it down with the water, gratefully. The promise of relief is instant, making some of the tension ease out of his shoulders. There's always something good about that moment where he knows he's taken care of the problem. And even if Jim Kirk doesn't think of himself as dad material, he's handled this like a dad would - quickly, without getting annoyed, and with a smile.

Space is a good distraction from his currently remaining headache. There's little that can top space in his mind; it's the last real unknown in life. Sometimes he looks up documentaries on it online when he can't sleep. To talk to somebody who's been there is the coolest thing ever. "It sounds amazing. I think I'd miss my mom's challah bread in space, but other than that, it'd be totally worth it, yeah." He's a momma's boy, through and through. "I've been on a couple of planes. That's the only way to go visit my grandparents and my Uncle Leo and his family. They live up in the Arctic Circle. It's kind of boring, but you can see all the stars really clearly there, and that far up, they're not in the same positions anymore they were in Maine."

He's not a space expert, but even he can tell when the North Star is in a different place. Besides, he wants Jim to think he's cool, and not a lot of people have been up that far north. It's not as cool as space, but it's something, anyway. Sadly, he hadn't gotten to see a polar bear, last time, despite trying to bait a trap for one with his cousin. Now, that would've been cool.