In the moments in between

[sehlatbear]

It was, for once, quiet. Spock read, occassionally sought out the pleasant quietness of Jim's mind through the bond, and savoured the hour they had spent in relative peace. There had been little opportunity for it since Risa. And even that... The relevations shared by that Pike had continued to have ripple effects on board the Enterprise of this

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[original_fine]

Jim could nearly always eat something. He put his book down, though it had been a few minutes since he had actually been reading it.

He'd been thinking, instead, about something he hadn't spoken to Spock about. At first because it hadn't been appropriate, with the distance between them while they were on ships thousands of kilometers apart. Then because so much had taken priority over what he'd discovered about himself with Len and Bill's help. But things were quieter now, and he felt it was time. He was certain Spock hadn't forgotten hints he'd given, times Jim had put him off from inquiring further.

There were no more excuses. Not that he'd been making them, exactly. He wasn't nervous so much as... uncertain how to address it.

I can always eat. And then I have something I want to talk to you about.

[sehlatbear]

There was something humming through Jim but there often was. Spock replicated two simple meals and carried them to the table.

We may eat and talk.

[original_fine]

We may indeed. Maybe an odd conversation to have over dinner, but Jim had never stood on ceremony regarding mealtimes.

"What are we having?"

[sehlatbear]

There were some definitely advantages to being on this strange New Vulcan. The variety of vegetarian dishes automatically programmed into all of the replicators, for example.

"A Vulcan dish I believe you will enjoy. It has no name in standard."

There were root vegetables, crisp and glazed, and a type of pasta imitating the flat, wide noodles of Earth.

It was nothing to switch between words and thought.