A logical question comes with a logical answer. He has been taught that; grown up with that statement. But now, he finds his mind plagued with indecision.
They are close, yes.
She makes time for him, and vise verse.
She expresses the emotion of happiness in his company, and he experiences the deep-seated feeling of contentment swell deep down in his heart whenever she walks into the room.
She has kissed him.
He has kissed back.
She is unmarried.
He is unbonded.
She is human.
He is Vulcan.
It's there, sitting complacently in the back of his head, tormenting him daily. He is suffering at work, and the others at the Embassy know it. He tries to come up with the logical conclusion, but it always manages to evade him. He should simply ask, and therefore receive a simple answer, but every time he sees her in the hallways, glancing over at him to flash a small smile or tiny wave, the indecision bubbles back up to the surface. He doesn't know what to do, doesn't know who to turn to, so instead he sits silently in his room each night, ignoring his meditation to slowly twist the light gold band in his fingers, and contemplate the logical answer to his indecisive problem.
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