[Laforeze. It gives him pause more than the startled reaction on the other man’s part, his smirk fading at the edges. No one ever calls him by his family name; it is Julia's, he muses, not his. He hadn't lived with her, with his biological family. He hadn’t had a place among them.
Wetting his lips, he slinks forward until he is by Spock’s shoulder, noting the unease or uncertainty about the man before he languidly extends an arm to cradle the side of his face in his cold, gloved hand. Gently, gently, inviting him to take comfort in it.]
permission granted for contact, just in case anyone wonders
Wetting his lips, he slinks forward until he is by Spock’s shoulder, noting the unease or uncertainty about the man before he languidly extends an arm to cradle the side of his face in his cold, gloved hand. Gently, gently, inviting him to take comfort in it.]