"I had help. Guidance from an old friend." Well. Spock would someday be an old friend, they were working on that, for now. But the older Spock had helped him see his way to grasping that strength. And McCoy had been there, too, to kick him in the ass when he needed it.

He scrubs at his face with a hand, laughing softly. "Geez. Sorry. Oversharing. I promise I'm not usually so pathetic." He gazes at her across the table. "What about you? What's your strength?"