Both of these things get another dart of mobile brows, but it's some time before Spock speaks. He wants to comment wryly on what the other man says at first, to avoid saying anything at all too somber, personal, about the second. But even Spock's culture held an unsentimental, emotional respect for the truth of death. There had never been another Nero, there would never be another Nero. Whatever he was, however much Spock still desires to hate him, his loss was the universe's loss.

"May we both find peace. May he find peace in death that he could not in life. Peace, peace, and perfect peace." For the three of them.

After the words, he gives a shrug, staring at the equipment in Kirk's able hands before lifting his empty cup. After all of those words between the two of them, he's content to sit quietly in that chair across from Kirk's and watch him work, at least until it's time for Kirk's lunch. "May I have more of this? You aren't using it."