He saw the move Jim's hand made for his own, the hesitant prevention of the touch. However, that fluttering emotion of gratitude for Jim's concern was also stored away unacknowledged. One slip now would just encourage another, and he'd be practically human even before he got the blood on his hands.
"Do you require escort?" Spock wanted to see, with his own eyes, but he doubted Jim would allow him.
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Date: 2010-01-27 04:30 am (UTC)"Do you require escort?" Spock wanted to see, with his own eyes, but he doubted Jim would allow him.