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"It's just something people do. By rote, mostly."
"The absence of genuine interest merely renders it more illogical."
She lifts her head from his chest.
"Wait, that's what this was about?"
Spock's sudden inclination towards an 'evening in'—the way he entwined their fingers as they left the officer's lounge—is recontextualized.
His hand, warm and heavy on her back, pauses mid-caress.
"They are aware of our bond. It is inappropriate." It's not an admission, but it's enough.
"You're actually jealous!"
His nose scrunches in indignation. "I have no reason to be so."
"You should keep that in mind."