Hey, why don't the captain get a smaller ration? He'd probably be used to it, honestly.
Of course, we all have decreased our rations. The Captain is no exception.
[...]
[Kirk and Spock usually eat in the privacy of their own quarters, as it is the best way to avoid being poisoned. That day, before dinner, Spock knocks on Kirk's door. He has been doing so since the moment they decreased the rations.
Kirk doesn't answer, so Spock, concerned, punches in the override code that Kirk had provided him with. He hurries inside, phaser in hand, only to find his Captain curled against the corner, hugging his knees, his face buried against them. The door locks behind him.
Spock kneels next to Kirk.]
Again?
[There is no verbal answer, but his head moves slightly in what probably is a nod. Spock walks up to the replicator and scans his dog tag – the method Scotty has implemented to make sure that every crewmember only consumes their corresponding portion. He takes James's empty plate, still on the table, and pushes most of the contents of his own into it.
Kirk lets himself be pulled up and guided to the table. Spock leaves immediately after finishing what little remains of his own portion.]