(the snort very nearly bowls him over. it takes a second for him to realize spock isn't choking on something and is, in fact, expelling his feelings about his father out of his nose. apropos, and about the level of respect deserved.
his delight at the snort, however, is quick to fade in the wake of the new pace and mood. spock's close proximity to his face doesn't help matters, having to force his eyes away from parted bow-shaped lips to the bag of groceries between them in a sudden fit of apprehension. this incident is happening too soon after his confession and it puts him on edge. he doesn't want the attention, yet it's all he's ever wanted.
get a hold of yourself. spock needs you.)
Yeah. Of course, we can.
(kirk makes a genuine attempt to regain his footing and meet spock's gaze, successful. he doesn't want to become a man who'd put his own pining before his concern for his best friend. it's not only clear that the topic has wounded some part of him, he's unstable, emotionally compromised, and it's his duty to help him. an open expression won't frighten him, not after all they've been through.)
Want to know something? I've always been envious of your talent with music. Lyre, piano, singing, and all the rest... I've learned a lot over the years and I've studied many subjects but never once did I focus on an instrument. It's a little embarrassing to admit.
There's something about being an observer and a listener that I've always enjoyed. When you play, I find it relaxing. I'd like to be able to evoke that feeling in others. It'd be useful at times like these.
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his delight at the snort, however, is quick to fade in the wake of the new pace and mood. spock's close proximity to his face doesn't help matters, having to force his eyes away from parted bow-shaped lips to the bag of groceries between them in a sudden fit of apprehension. this incident is happening too soon after his confession and it puts him on edge. he doesn't want the attention, yet it's all he's ever wanted.
get a hold of yourself. spock needs you.)
Yeah. Of course, we can.
(kirk makes a genuine attempt to regain his footing and meet spock's gaze, successful. he doesn't want to become a man who'd put his own pining before his concern for his best friend. it's not only clear that the topic has wounded some part of him, he's unstable, emotionally compromised, and it's his duty to help him. an open expression won't frighten him, not after all they've been through.)
Want to know something? I've always been envious of your talent with music. Lyre, piano, singing, and all the rest... I've learned a lot over the years and I've studied many subjects but never once did I focus on an instrument. It's a little embarrassing to admit.
There's something about being an observer and a listener that I've always enjoyed. When you play, I find it relaxing. I'd like to be able to evoke that feeling in others. It'd be useful at times like these.