[Spock doesn't laugh; he smiles, the expression oddly human, before his usual stoic veneer takes its place, and he steps out of the meld. A door closes, he lowers his hand and sits patiently. His tears stopped as abruptly as they started. The afternoon sunlight is in the room, and the clock says only a few minutes have passed even though it felt like eternity, lost in Jim's mind.]
[Tilting his head, he looks at Jim, up and down.]
A wild ride?
[He's never melded with a human other than Nyota, and her thoughts are usually extremely different. Jim's new, and Spock isn't quite sure how to deal with all of... that.]
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[Tilting his head, he looks at Jim, up and down.]
A wild ride?
[He's never melded with a human other than Nyota, and her thoughts are usually extremely different. Jim's new, and Spock isn't quite sure how to deal with all of... that.]