Thomas isn't---? [ For about ten seconds he seems completely baffled, and it reads plainly on his face. Of course Thomas is here. He's been looking after his best friend for over a week now. Who else would be here with him? ]
Right. You're right. [ Even though Spock still has to pull him along, he mostly goes with it, despite his daze. He doesn't even remember making it to his quarters, but once they are inside he shuffles in, blinking slowly. He heads in, sitting on the edge of his bed, and just loses himself to his own thoughts for a moment.
It isn't until his uniform, still covered around the middle in blood, starts to itch at his skin as it dries---that he rouses out of it. He frowns, tugging at it to get it off of him, and tosses it away. His face screws up in obvious upset, and he then barrels into the bathroom, turning on the water to scrub at his hands. The water comes away pink, and he tries not to look at it as it goes down the drain, breath coming ragged and fast. ]
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Right. You're right. [ Even though Spock still has to pull him along, he mostly goes with it, despite his daze. He doesn't even remember making it to his quarters, but once they are inside he shuffles in, blinking slowly. He heads in, sitting on the edge of his bed, and just loses himself to his own thoughts for a moment.
It isn't until his uniform, still covered around the middle in blood, starts to itch at his skin as it dries---that he rouses out of it. He frowns, tugging at it to get it off of him, and tosses it away. His face screws up in obvious upset, and he then barrels into the bathroom, turning on the water to scrub at his hands. The water comes away pink, and he tries not to look at it as it goes down the drain, breath coming ragged and fast. ]