"Promise that you'll always love me." At her words he tighten his hold of her shoulder.
"I can't make that promise, I will always care about you in some way." She squirms away creating a distance between them, but he could still feel her. Inside and out.
"Isn't what we had special Spock? After our time here and everything that happened."
"For you it might have been special, special in the way you are referring is a human response; which is often illogical." With a huff she stands, walking forward crossing her arms across her front.
"Love is never illogical."
"For Vulcans it is Leila." Spock stands as well, never failing logic telling him it's been too long, that he's confusing the girl.
"Will I see you again?"
"I don't know. Perhaps one day in a few years if the circumstances are the same we may. That though doesn't seem very logical. Or practical."
"No it doesn't."