Spock pulled into himself, Vulcan dignity reasserting itself given their audience and the public nature of the corriders they must traverse.
But he reaches out to brush Jim's fingers with his own, the brief touch enough to communicate...
Spock does not trust his own restraint at the moment. He trusted Jim not to be offended, to know it is not Jim that Spock is resisting but the thrumming in his blood.
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Date: 2009-09-14 05:12 pm (UTC)But he reaches out to brush Jim's fingers with his own, the brief touch enough to communicate...
Spock does not trust his own restraint at the moment. He trusted Jim not to be offended, to know it is not Jim that Spock is resisting but the thrumming in his blood.