[She instinctively begs off the chocolate without so much as a shrug of the shoulders, like it doesn't exist, eyes dipping back down to the plastic and screws in front of her. Uhura's gotten so used to limiting her chocolate intake, just in case of impromptu kisses in discreet corners, that she doesn't notice she's still doing it for someone who isn't here to appreciate her motives.]
I'm fine.
[Uhura's not. She knows it. He knows it. All four walls around them know it. It should be insubordination to lie directly to your superior's face, but if she's not questioning his condition, who is he to question hers?]
no subject
I'm fine.
[Uhura's not. She knows it. He knows it. All four walls around them know it. It should be insubordination to lie directly to your superior's face, but if she's not questioning his condition, who is he to question hers?]