"Nyota you mistake my choice not to feel as a reflection of my not caring, while I assure you, the truth is precisely the opposite."
The console's shrill noises were the only sound Kirk heard after Spock's confession. He turned his head to the side, stealing a glance at the soft smile on Uhura's face. He grinned. There were still some problems they had to work through, but at least Kirk knew that they made it over that hurdle.
"Wow, sir that was really deep!" He didn't even try to be discreet about turning his head over to the entrance of the cockpit. Hendorff stood with the other red-shirt, whose name Kirk couldn't remember, wiping the corner of his eye with his jacket sleeve. He didn't need to look at the couple in the room to feel the irritation radiating off of them in waves.
But before anyone could break the awkward tension in the room, the machinery in front of him shrilled, spearing his eardrums, like a cat whose tail got caught in a blender. Kirk breathed a sigh of relief as he began piloting the tiny little ship through the debris field. They had bigger things to deal with than their resident Vulcan's love life.