[ it isn't .. necessarily that it was offensive. he just hadn't been expecting an apology, let alone one offered in such a - well, wait a damn minute.
did we focus for longer than two seconds on just who this apology was coming from? because if we did, we very clearly overlooked the fact that vulcans don't apologize. and when they do, it's probably the most awkward thing on the planet, in the galaxy, anywhere. bones really shouldn't take it personally, and to be quite honest, he doesn't.
it's just. odd. confusing. the hell is he even supposed to do with something like that?
ignore it for the moment, you say? sure, let's go with that.
he's acutely aware of how those dark eyes don't focus on him as he makes his inspection. the other's skin will always feel overheated against his own - no, he isn't thinking of it that way, fuck you - and he knows well enough that the beat of a vulcan heart will always be vastly quicker than a human's. all things considered, the other man seems to be acting more normally, though that shaky intake of breath the closer bones gets to him has his gaze narrowing.
he huffs out a breath, brows furrowing in their usual manner, still peering into the other's face as though that alone will tell him the extent of the .. replenishing quality their actions have added to the other's mental state. ( oh, jesus, did he really just think that? )
his lips part, tongue flicking out over the lower in contemplation. ]
I don't trust you around the rest of the crew. Not right away. [ there's a pause, and he squints at the vulcan, scrutiny apparent in his expression. ] How .. long will it be before you're back to your good ol' hobgoblin self? Was that -
[ oh fuck me am i really going to ask you this. ]
Enough?
[ and before spock even has a chance to answer, bones is pulling away from him for a moment, running his hands back through dark hair.
he is way too old to be dealing with this shit. ] Either way, I'm pretty sure you need to be confined to quarters until the fever's out of your system completely.
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did we focus for longer than two seconds on just who this apology was coming from? because if we did, we very clearly overlooked the fact that vulcans don't apologize. and when they do, it's probably the most awkward thing on the planet, in the galaxy, anywhere. bones really shouldn't take it personally, and to be quite honest, he doesn't.
it's just. odd. confusing. the hell is he even supposed to do with something like that?
ignore it for the moment, you say? sure, let's go with that.
he's acutely aware of how those dark eyes don't focus on him as he makes his inspection. the other's skin will always feel overheated against his own - no, he isn't thinking of it that way, fuck you - and he knows well enough that the beat of a vulcan heart will always be vastly quicker than a human's. all things considered, the other man seems to be acting more normally, though that shaky intake of breath the closer bones gets to him has his gaze narrowing.
he huffs out a breath, brows furrowing in their usual manner, still peering into the other's face as though that alone will tell him the extent of the .. replenishing quality their actions have added to the other's mental state. ( oh, jesus, did he really just think that? )
his lips part, tongue flicking out over the lower in contemplation. ]
I don't trust you around the rest of the crew. Not right away. [ there's a pause, and he squints at the vulcan, scrutiny apparent in his expression. ] How .. long will it be before you're back to your good ol' hobgoblin self? Was that -
[ oh fuck me am i really going to ask you this. ]
Enough?
[ and before spock even has a chance to answer, bones is pulling away from him for a moment, running his hands back through dark hair.
he is way too old to be dealing with this shit. ] Either way, I'm pretty sure you need to be confined to quarters until the fever's out of your system completely.