His hand squeezed, shuddering as he heard that cry in his mind. He took in, and let out, a slow breath. You can take it, Spock. I know you can. You're going to clear your mind of everything except my hand on the back of your neck, and you're going to relax for me. Relax, just let me do the work. Let your body open up for me. Just let it open for me. Take a slow deep breath and let me take care of you.
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