Ashaya du nash-veh means I love you.
Nashaut means hello, hi. A intimate greeting between two bondmates.
Nuh' means too.
"Ya don't need to wait for me," McCoy said.
"I must wait for you, T'hy'la," Spock said.
"The Enterprise needs you," McCoy said.
"I finished my report and handed the rest of the specimens to the other interns," Spock said. "they are capable of handling this project."
"I don't know if you can handle this," McCoy said.
"What ails you but does not kill makes you stronger, Leonard," Spock said, his two fingers wrapped around the man's fingers. "and it makes me stronger in the knowledge that you will recover," there were no negative thoughts intruding on this moment with McCoy in his mind. No doubt in mind that McCoy would wake up. "I can handle your recovery." Spock could see, mentally, the doctor reassured in his minds eyes with a comforted smile.
"Ashaya du nash-veh," McCoy said.
"Ashaya du nash-veh, nuh'," Spock sent a small wave of positive, loving emotions.
It was a taste. It was alarming to come from Spock. Spock hadn't done that before in previous mind melds. McCoy relaxed as a thought crossed his mind. McCoy realized that the Vulcan was preparing to open himself for a future with him. This was a taste of that future together. Of what to expect in the future after the surgery. McCoy felt touched by Spock's move. McCoy sent back an image of himself gently stroking the side of the Vulcan's cheek.
That's my boy, McCoy thought seeing a dark shade of green from Spock's cheeks.
Spock unwrapped his two fingers from around McCoy's smaller fingers. Spock gently stroked the side of the human's wrist then down the man's index and middle fingers with his two fingers in the gesture. Spock allowed the emotion of caring to pour out with a new emotion that McCoy awakened in him with a low, soft purr. Spock attached an image of himself in the biobed with McCoy, cuddling, with his hands wrapped around the man's feminine like waist. McCoy felt himself surrounded in the positive, soothing and comforting emotions reaching up to his ankles. They were certainly not overwhelming.
Two can play at this game.
Spock stepped aside allowing the nurses to prepare him for surgery.
"I will see ya. . ." McCoy started as one of the neural transmitters were taken off. "after the surgery."
"Likewise, Len," Spock said, stepping back from the scene.
Spock saw the doctors eyes were lit up.
Then watched as McCoy was moved to the gurney and took off the breathing device.
McCoy's breathing was uneasy.
Spock longed to hear the man's real voice, again. Spock wanted to hold him in his arms, physically. He wanted to show the human just how much he had been missing out being sick. He wanted to cuddle with him. Hold him, in any kind of manner. Feel McCoy's skin and memorize his body. He wanted to feel the warmth of his body. He wanted to see the man smile again, bounce on his toes, and be happy. He wanted to see the human not bound by a bed and being unhappy about it, again. He wanted to squeeze the human's hand. He wanted to do the el'ru'esta, their fingers and palms touching greeting each other after a long day apart. To greet McCoy with, "Nashaut, t'hy'la." An intimate greeting. Spock wanted to dance with the man. He wanted to be near him. He wanted McCoy to be capable of speaking on his free will. He wanted to see the human move.
He wanted to see how outfits really fit the human.
In their mind melds, McCoy was dressed in civilian attire consisting of a sweater, shirt, and jeans.
It was illogical, Spock told himself, to find a human adorable because of simple attire.