There seemed to be an odd need for Ziggy to touch Spock. Every movement he made, every time he used his hands to express his words, he would reach over and touch the Vulcan. At first, Spock didn't mind for he knew Humans (or at least most humanoids) tended to be very touchy. They held no regards towards races that refrained from touching because of their telepathy. He understood that. But as time passed, it began to bother him. There was something wrong with the man's touch, it was too close to a Vulcan's body temperature and so unlike... Jim's. That bothered him the most, however, his comparison between the two.

Ziggy and Jim couldn't be more different. Ziggy held himself in a sort of sophisticated, elegant manner that screamed 'posh' as the man described it while Jim was rugged, unsophisticated and, at most times, rude. They held themselves so very different, they behaved almost the same – childish – and had the same humour but they were so... different. Spock couldn't help but acknowledge the fact that he didn't like Ziggy, couldn't tolerate him longer than necessary.

Spock showed Ziggy around the Enterprise until it was 'chow' time, as Ziggy called it. The headed down to the dinner hall, taking the turbo lift to the alien's room before going to eat. Spock stood outside the room while Ziggy changed attire, from a suit to a simple earth shirt and pantaloons.

When they arrived, Jim was already eating enthusiastically, his face breaking into a smile when he saw Spock enter. But the smile faltered when he saw Ziggy enter after him, looking at each other and ignoring Jim, Spock entered the mess hall with Ziggy, too busy listening to the alien's chatter about his favorite food to notice Jim staring at him. He felt eyes on him but every time he tried to find the pair of eyes, Ziggy would step in front of him and block his view, always. They were nearly the same height, something Ziggy used to his advantage.

They ate with Ziggy's constant chatter, he even talked when he was chewing! Spock tried on many occasions to dislodge himself from the chatty alien but Ziggy would always have a reason to go along. It was nearly draining for Spock to be with the man, his mind whirling a million miles an hour trying to find a way to remove himself from his presence. Montgomery Scott saved him the bother of telling the man to 'sod off'.

"Mr. Scott, may I inquire about the status of the planet and its newest additions?" Spock asked trying to catch Ziggy's attention. He knew the man adored the planet; he spent nearly 2.4 hours speaking of all its wonders.

"Aye, they be goin' well," Mr. Scott said with a smile. He turned to Ziggy, nodding briefly to Spock with a knowing look and asked, "Mind if we chat? I've been tryin' to find me a way to..."

Spock looked on as the alien was taken by the arm and led down the hall. He sighed internally. All he wanted to do was go to his room and meditate. He had so much information to process, so many emotions to filter through and so many... touched to obliterate from his mind.

Jim was in his room, his ear on the bathroom door that connected his room and Spock's. He was waiting, for nearly an hour now, for his fellow First Officer to arrive so that they could talk. He didn't know it would take this long or that his body would freeze in the same position, scared that if he moved he might miss Spock's entrance. His legs and arms were numb, his neck hurt from having his ear plastered on the door. He was about to give up when the hissing sound reached his ears. Spock was home. It was talk time.

He walked out of his room, smoothing out his uniform and running his hand through his short hair. Nervous ticks he had when he was, well, about to explode with nerves and his heart wouldn't shut the hell up in his ears. He buzzed in and, as always, Spock greeted him.

"Captain," Spock acknowledged as Jim walked in. "Is there something wrong?"

"No, I just wanted to talk about... what happened down on Anthea. What does that even mean anyway?"

"Ziggy said it meant a lot of things when translated but he chose it because it meant flower. I did not understand the sentiment behind it, he chose not to explain it to me further."

"I see," Jim said even though he was confused. He walked into the room, so different from his own. The hot air felt nice on his skin, very much like a hot summer back home. "So, yeah, what happened on the planet, with us... in your dream, does it happen often?"

"We have never had sexu-"

"I meant in your dreams, Spock," Jim interrupted. He gulped, waiting patiently for an answer as Spock stared at him. Those eyes had a way of disrupting his blood flow and steering it somewhere else.

"I... Vulcan's do not dream, it is not logical," Spock replied. "But as I am half human I have often wondered what it is like to dream. I have had dream like visions, yes. Very similar to this waking dream, as well."

"It's a pleasure-slash-desire planet, Ziggy said. Does that mean that you... want me?"

Jim took a step forward, his eyes unwavering from Spock's. He wanted a clear, bullshit free answer. Spock's notrils flared slightly, as if his breathing was laboured. His pupils were slightly dilated, his lips dry and hands clasped behind his back. Jim loved his stance, it was so gracefull so very powerful. His eyes snapped to Spock's lips as he opened them so say, "I do not know."