My heart aches as he stands not a foot from me. I could reach out and touch him, grab him, but I can't. His attention is on that Vulcan woman, giving some report or other, when suddenly he turns, his gaze lighting on me. It's then that I realize that as I let my mind wander, my arm has swung up and my hand is resting on his thigh. I draw the unruly appendage back and flash him an apologetic half smirk. He surprises me with a wink and a grin, than beatific grin of his. After the meeting, we share a lift to the lower decks. I'm on my way the armory and he'll slink back to his sheltered haven of an engine room, but as the lift stops and the doors slide open with a small release of air, however, neither of us is in uniform and work will have to wait.