Playing in my Spock/Uhura sandbox. 100 word moments.

Concede

He brings her the tasteless replicated coffee she asks for, but doesn't drink. It's soothing to have something warm to hold.

She sits. He paces, makes a show of studying the biobed readouts intently.

"Spock, you need to sleep."

"I do not require rest."

"I know you're worried." She's met with stubborn silence.

"He'll still be here when you wake up. Trust me, Jim Kirk is way too much of a pain in the ass to die."

"A curious sentiment, but one I may understand." Conceding, he sinks into the chair next to hers; he's asleep in seconds.

She smiles.