[ Jim doesn't even bother arguing, at least not right now. He knows it's a losing battle anyway, even if there have been a few times when Spock has used his first name. It's still a long way to go until she defaults to it, which is sort of his ultimate goal here.
But she's right. Maybe not when she's just woken up half-naked on his bed by complete accident. He tries not to give too much thought to how things would be if they happened to be in this situation for entirely different reasons. Seems like a very tricky and dangerous road to take.
Jim makes just as quick a work of putting on his clothes, tugging up his trousers and buttoning them up, then shoving on a gold shirt. His hair ends up sticking in weird directions, but he pays it no mind, glancing briefly at her as he turns and makes his way to where his boots are. ]
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But she's right. Maybe not when she's just woken up half-naked on his bed by complete accident. He tries not to give too much thought to how things would be if they happened to be in this situation for entirely different reasons. Seems like a very tricky and dangerous road to take.
Jim makes just as quick a work of putting on his clothes, tugging up his trousers and buttoning them up, then shoving on a gold shirt. His hair ends up sticking in weird directions, but he pays it no mind, glancing briefly at her as he turns and makes his way to where his boots are. ]
Right. Makes two of us, then.