Christopher's shock was evident and Spock came back to himself, still sprawled across his mate, with a profound sense of unease. He had no intended to speak the formal Vulcan words, the only ones allowed to express the significance of the bond between mates. But he could not call the words back - Christopher had heard them and they must be dealt with.
He moved to the side, controlled a wince that never made it to his face at the pain. He was bleeding.
Spock retreated. It was necessary, of course, so that he might tend to his own injury as well as possible. But it was a retreat - he was unable to meet Christopher's eyes. There was no sense of rejection through the bond but his mate's confusion was overwhelming.
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Date: 2009-10-11 07:14 pm (UTC)He moved to the side, controlled a wince that never made it to his face at the pain. He was bleeding.
Spock retreated. It was necessary, of course, so that he might tend to his own injury as well as possible. But it was a retreat - he was unable to meet Christopher's eyes. There was no sense of rejection through the bond but his mate's confusion was overwhelming.