[his own eyes narrow; he isn't going to play this game, just for the simple fact that they both know what the other is suffering from. though he doesn't expect spock to tell him as much - because he knows that vulcans don't make it a point to talk about this sort of thing with off-worlders, he's going to have to say it himself.

that smugness only serves to have his gaze harden, because he's used to this sort of treatment from their captain, but excuse him for expecting a level of professionalism and tact from their first officer.

which means he ends up sneering, a corner of his mouth pulling upward.] My bells and whistles, as you so aptly say, tell me it's your damn Vulcan period.

[because he can have a bit of fun with this, too. excuse you.] You knew Pon Farr was coming up on you, Spock. Why the hell didn't you tell anybody?