Blink. A second blink. Eyes flick toward the science station. Eyes front once more. Always the same pattern; blink, blink, check ships status, stare pointlessly at the viewer then repeat, over and over and over and oh shit! Eye contact!
“Mr Sulu have you nothing productive to do?” Spock asked in his usual flat tone, eyebrow raised. Sulu sighed and
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