This time, Khan doesn't stop when he whirls on Julian. He fists a hand in the doctor's shirt and shoves him, relentlessly, against the turbolift wall, his eyes dark with fury. "Don't." he snarls, and the meaning is clear: don't tell him to calm down. He has every reason to want to burn the world.
But it's only then that he notices the faint, nearly imperceptible tremble in his hand where he's gripping the doctor's shirt, the sudden chill in the air. He recognizes the signs. He's dealt with the sudden crash of adrenaline and endorphins before, even fairly recently - but now the pain is sinking into his bones, and it brings him back to himself.
It takes a moment, but Khan visibly masters himself, banking his fury and closing off his expression. He uncurls his hand from Julian's tunic, easing up on the pressure and releasing the other man - but he doesn't apologize.
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But it's only then that he notices the faint, nearly imperceptible tremble in his hand where he's gripping the doctor's shirt, the sudden chill in the air. He recognizes the signs. He's dealt with the sudden crash of adrenaline and endorphins before, even fairly recently - but now the pain is sinking into his bones, and it brings him back to himself.
It takes a moment, but Khan visibly masters himself, banking his fury and closing off his expression. He uncurls his hand from Julian's tunic, easing up on the pressure and releasing the other man - but he doesn't apologize.