"Spock? What…?"
I stand aside and gesture for my XO to enter. He enters, but hovers uncertainly by the door of my quarters when it closes behind him.
"Report." I prompt, puzzled that he is in off-duty clothes: his meditation robe and black Vulcan-style slippers.
Spock clasps his hands behind his back. "Captain…I…"
I realize Uhura and Scotty are out in the Galileo with a handful of Vulcans, working on the communications array.
McCoy's down on New Vulcan.
Spock should be sleeping. Oh.
I pull my chess set out and gesture for Spock to sit. "Perfect timing, Spock."
"Indeed, sir."