Some nights he just has too much on his mind, other times it's memories that don't let him fully rest. He should probably look into it either way, but he doesn't, because that would involve talking to people and some things he'd much rather keep to himself.
Other nights, like tonight, he's asleep practically the moment his head touches the pillow, and then he's out like a light for the whole night. Nothing short of a red alert would get him to wake up in the middle of the night, and even when someone comes into his room and makes themselves comfortable in his bed, he doesn't so much as shift around in his sleep.
The warmth of another body next to his on the bed isn't something he's as used to these days, though. He's not fully awake when Spock first speaks up, but hearing his name is enough to bring him out of his light drowsy state, eyebrows knit together as he slowly blinks his eyes open and they land on his first officer. Lying next to him. On his bed. Naked. ]
Spock. [ It's somewhere between a greeting and a confused question as to why she's there. He went to bed alone and very much sober last night, so at least he's comforted by the fact that he didn't do something immensely stupid. Like have sex with his first officer. ]
Yes, I can... I can see that. [ In fact he can see a lot, even if he tries to not let his eyes wander too much. Not that he can talk much when he's down to just his boxer briefs. Tentatively, ] Good morning?
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Some nights he just has too much on his mind, other times it's memories that don't let him fully rest. He should probably look into it either way, but he doesn't, because that would involve talking to people and some things he'd much rather keep to himself.
Other nights, like tonight, he's asleep practically the moment his head touches the pillow, and then he's out like a light for the whole night. Nothing short of a red alert would get him to wake up in the middle of the night, and even when someone comes into his room and makes themselves comfortable in his bed, he doesn't so much as shift around in his sleep.
The warmth of another body next to his on the bed isn't something he's as used to these days, though. He's not fully awake when Spock first speaks up, but hearing his name is enough to bring him out of his light drowsy state, eyebrows knit together as he slowly blinks his eyes open and they land on his first officer. Lying next to him. On his bed. Naked. ]
Spock. [ It's somewhere between a greeting and a confused question as to why she's there. He went to bed alone and very much sober last night, so at least he's comforted by the fact that he didn't do something immensely stupid. Like have sex with his first officer. ]
Yes, I can... I can see that. [ In fact he can see a lot, even if he tries to not let his eyes wander too much. Not that he can talk much when he's down to just his boxer briefs. Tentatively, ] Good morning?