[Spock had managed to put on his night clothes, and was actually standing. He felt better...
...just not great.]
Yes... I believe I can manage. [Spock is just trying not to think about what he had done to his Captain ten minutes earlier. Something twists in his stomach at what he was going to do to Jim, whether with or without consent.]
no subject
...just not great.]
Yes... I believe I can manage.
[Spock is just trying not to think about what he had done to his Captain ten minutes earlier.
Something twists in his stomach at what he was going to do to Jim, whether with or without consent.]