"Spock?"
"Still some debris and a little radiation, Jim."
We are back on the bridge. No one questions our sudden first name bases. Truth is, I kind of wish they would. Them not asking makes me feel like they already know.
And judging by the looks and the fact that everyone avoids our quarters as much as possible, they do. It has been a week. We've only talked and ate since that first day.
Mostly we are in my quarters and Kirk sits cross legged at the top of my bed and I lay with my head in his lap. He plays with my hair or ears and I just lay with my fingers interlocked on my stomach. Sometimes we ask each other questions.
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