Eleanor's door opened to reveal Spock standing alongside a elderly, panting chow with a tongue sticking out from the side. Eleanor looked over to see the faint shape of two figures vanishing at the corner of the hallway. She had seen the shape of a wheelchair darting away. She didn't have to need eagle vision to know who the two figures belonged to. Normally, when she saw speeding figures they usually belonged to her two children leaving gifts for her. She turned her attention to the 'eventual-son-in-law' who had his left hand locked behind his back and one hand on the leash. She let out a soft smile at the Vulcan.

"Mr Spauwk," Eleanor said.

"This pet is for you," Spock said, holding the leash out. "your children believed you needed company."

"How considerate," Eleanor said, taking the leash from the human. She lowered herself down to the chow. "Whose so cute?" She ruffled along the chow's furr earning a lick to the side of her face with a laugh from the old woman. "Yes, you are!" She raised herself back up taking out a piece of tissue to wipe the wet moisture off the side of her face. "tell my children that I love it."

Spock bowed his head.

"I will," Spock said. "I need a suggestion.

"What kind?" Eleanor asked.

"What kind of movies does Leonard normally enjoying watching?" Spock asked.

A pleased, wide smile grew on Eleanor's face.

"He is my little Lenny, after all," Eleanor said. "knowing him, his viewing habits has not changed. . ."

"Spock, that was a excellent movie!" McCoy said, wheeling his way between Donna and Spock out of the movie theater.

"That was better than excellent," Donna agreed, with a nod of her head.h

"Aesthetically pleasing," Spock said. "However there were two plot holes."

"It is a comedy," Donna said. "doesn't need to fill in the plot holes."

"Not like a mystery where the plot holes need to be solved," McCoy agreed. "my favorite part was where the Andorian tore her car through a tank of cow milk and got the Enos pair's vehicle engulfed by it just to finish the race."

"That was classic," Donna said, then finished off the drink. She came around to the man's side and tossed the cup into the garbage dispensary. "I will see ya later, brother."

"When I can walk," McCoy said, shaking her hand. "arm wrestle next time?"

"Arm wrestling next time," Donna said, then she looked toward the Vulcan. She held her hand out performing the ta'al. "live long and prosper."

"Peace and long life," Spock replied, returning the gesture.

Donna smiled, kindly, back at the Vulcan. Then, she walked away down the street leaving the two men behind. Spock lowered his hand to his backside. She vanished within a growing crowd of people on the sidewalk along the small square lake. McCoy looked at the Vulcan, admiring him, feeling touched by the Vulcan's obvious gesture of having their last date night be wonderful. The memory of leaning into Spock's shoulder watching the on-screen couple lying in the car while the Andorian Officer passed them while smoking vapes was still imprinted on the man's mind. Spock did not seem to laugh or cry at the movie but the link indicated that it amused to him. After all, Vulcan's were very caring and emotional creatures like humans. But less social than humans even at appearance that they did not care. Spock reminded McCoy of a cat.

"That was sweet of you," McCoy said. "ya asked my ma."

"I believed it was appropriate for a date like this," Spock said, his hands locked behind his back. "which was correct given the reactions."

"She never forgets movies that I enjoyed when in her company," McCoy said, fondly. "perhaps we could continue this date at the holographic zoo?"

"If you have the stomach for it," Spock said.

"I have the stomach for a genderfluid lion restin' on the grass thinkin' its real," McCoy said.

"Then I believe we are set to go," Spock said.

"Sweetie. . ." McCoy said. "I need ya to push my wheelchair."

Spock tilted his head, taking in the reply, as the man had been graduating in terms of walking and dependency on support chairs. McCoy had been pushed earlier by his sister. His previous wheelchair was able to be moved by other options on the chair that he could easily manipulate. Allowing Spock to push the wheelchair was a huge, monumental step in their relationship together. McCoy could always slide the wheels down as a manual way of moving himself. Logically, it meant that McCoy could rely on Spock when he was vulnerable. A level that the doctor could lean on him when he landed on tough times. A level that Spock was finding himself pleased. The Vulcan straightened his head once analyzing the importance of the question. Spock bowed his head, fluttering his eyes in a way that Jim Kirk did when flattered or experiencing a emotion that he was just now grasping.

Gratitude?

Was that the emotion?

Honor?

Honored, Spock felt honored.

"As you wish," Spock said, coming behind the human placing his hands onto the handles. "T'hy'la."

Spock was truly blessed as he felt like he was flying.

"We should see the zorse first," McCoy said. "ever seen that before?"

Now he understood McCoy's comparison from the beginning of their relationship.

"No," Spock said. "but it is a first."

"Or a liger?" McCoy asked.

"I have not," Spock said.

"Same here," McCoy said. Spock could feel utter, pure joy radiating from the human. "first time for both of us!"