Haven't updated in ages, I know - hope everyone likes it. :3
"Does that hurt?", his mother asks, brushing a strand of curly hair behind her abnormally rounded ear.
"Not greatly.", Spock replies, trying not to wince as his mother applies antiseptic to the cuts on his left arm.
"What was it about this time?", Amanda asks, eyeing her short, pale sprout of a son out of the corner of her eye as she dabs the cotton ball on the lightly bleeding furrows.
"They...seemed to dislike my correspondance.", he replies, slowly; clearly he cannot fathom the why of the situation. He knows his fellow students dislike him for being of mixed descent, but he doesn't know why they don't like his pen-pal.
"They were just jealous.", his mother replies, smiling at him - giving her boy a small hug, the sort of 'sentimental contact' that she knows he only tolerates when nobody else is around.
"Jealousy is illogical, an emotion.", Spock protests, though from his more confidant stance it seems he's a little better for hearing other people aren't perfect, either. For Vulcan values of perfect, at least, Amanda reflects.
'Yes, well, you can't expect to ever reply to your friend if you're worrying about what those other boys think, hmm?", she prompts, clasping the small first-aid kit and closing the bathroom door behind her as she steps out and her son very nearly rushes to his room.