That hand, Christopher's hand... Spock's reclining body shivered again at the mental touch of it.
He did not care about a witness, he had held himself so tightly together and this was a balm, strength he would use to continue the charade of being well.
Still, another presence. He hissed and cast out his mind further, following the trail Christopher had walked.
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Date: 2009-08-29 04:43 pm (UTC)He did not care about a witness, he had held himself so tightly together and this was a balm, strength he would use to continue the charade of being well.
Still, another presence. He hissed and cast out his mind further, following the trail Christopher had walked.
And found his own reflection.
What is this?