Aug 08, 2009 17:28
The room seemed quite empty without Leonard's presence and Spock better understood the impulse that had led Jim to take them to his quarters last night.
Spock tidied up the very human mess that had been left behind, discarded uniforms down the laundry chute, but, fingering the remains of his Jim's torn and tattered gold command shirt, decided there was no reason to eliminate all evidence of his mates.
He replicated a few of his favorite dishes and waited for Spock's arrival.