I hand Spock a warm, damp compress for his migraine.
"Lean back and try it over your eyes." I may as well have shaken a rattle over him for the look he gives me. "At least try it."
His slow exhalation tells me it helps.
"Still getting them most evenings?"
"Yes. All but yesterday."
Last night Uhura worked late in Engineering. "Try to keep the heat turned up for now. Even if that means…" I trail off. Even if it makes his quarters too hot for her to keep him company. He gets my drift.
"I would prefer…an alternative recommendation."