sickbays: (homegrown honey)

[personal profile] sickbays 2016-10-05 01:15 am (UTC)(link)
[ He keeps his nose pointed toward the stone floor, for the first few moments, not even trying to feign interest in the scenery unfolding before them. He's more worried about the heat in his cheeks, in quelling it before the Vulcan could happen to glance over and take notice.

The cool breeze from the mountaintop aids him in that endeavor, and after a while, he feels calm enough to chance a look back up. First, at the courtyard, stretching out before them in the dark of the evening — then across his shoulder toward Spock.

After staring for a bit too long — just a second or two, but to him, in his pleasantly buzzed state, the passage feels more like a minute. He clears his throat. ]


How's your side feelin'? Not botherin' you any?