[ he's not entirely in control of that twang, anyway, so in all likelihood it wouldn't disappear even if there were to be something said about it. when he's tired or pleased, he gets lazy with keeping it at bay - and right now, he's a measure of both. he can't deny that even if he'd really wanted to.

he laughs at the response he gets, stretching out a bit more under the ministrations of those firm hands. ] Well, that makes two of us, then, doesn't it?

[ lord have mercy.

his eyes flutter closed for a small moment as that warm body settles next to his own, the heat that all but radiates from him in waves a many-splendored thing. he recognizes the physiology of it, knows that it has to do with a vulcan's body temperature being so much higher than a human's, but he can't help but to think of how nice it feels against him. bones almost feels cold by comparison, but it doesn't much matter, because above all it's something of a comfort.

not that he'll say as much. there's .. a lot about this that he isn't saying. which should go without saying.

he also knows very well that if he were to simply make his way back down to medical at some point in the evening, it would be all too simple to heal the wounds spanning the length of his back. to leave nothing behind. that .. isn't what he wants, though. there's a very small, very muted part of himself that wants to see if the marks left by the other man leave their own scars behind, if there's any lasting impression that tells of the vulcan's presence in the first place.

he can't voice why he wants it, either. he just .. does.

the bandages press into place, and he cracks an eye open to watch spock's face as he works, mildly amused by all of this. ]

Thought you said you didn't have any trainin' with this kinda thing ..