I have made a grave mistake.
I...cannot do this. It is too soon.
I am in the wings of the University's Meany Hall stage: for her memorial and to receive formal recognition of my mother's contributions to xenophonology.
Nyota searches my face, immediately realizing that I am in trouble-but kindly refrains from touching me in public.
"You just have to receive the plaque, Spock. You don't even have to say anything. "
A wave of grief washes through me, blurring my vision.
"You couldn't have known the campus…would be a trigger for you."
"Nyota…" I cannot do this.