"I've told you already: you're blocked. Stuck. Until you deal with your grief over losing your planet and your mother we'll just keep re-hashing the same problems."
He stands abruptly-I expect this.
"Good day, Doctor."
Frustrated by his resistance, I give a cursory wave as he skedaddles.
Of course, it's that same willfulness that makes him command material.
But I'm stubborn, too.
Surprisingly, my door slides open and he's back.
I wait, letting my silence surprise him.
"I do not know how..."
No sign of emotion slips out.
"Take a seat, Spock." I lean forward, interested. "Let me help."