to err

I am in so much trouble with these two.

      Nyota often times would forget the sheer innocence that Lt. Commander Data could not help. Normally, she would chastise herself for behaving as if he could simply read between the lines, like a normal human being could. He was a logical being, one based solely on facts not in quirks. 

      “I—” She cut herself off when her mahogany was met with those familiar yellow, searching eyes. He desired the truth so as to not repeat it in the future. How could she explain it that would help him understand? That didn’t paint her to be an over emotional human being.

All of her efforts in dissuading him from pursuing this topic failed. The dismissal of her response as being irrational and emotional, while satisfactory in answering his initial query, did not help him understand just what was said or done to instigate her reaction in the first place. Nyota Uhura, who was very much a human with human responses and human reactions to outside stimuli, was not an irrational being. In fact, he did not care much that to err and to be irrational were used synonymously in such a way. "I see. As you wish, Lieutenant."

Data did not make verbal note of her body language, did not mention the fallacies in her logic behind shrugging him off. Rather, he turned away slowly and back to his console in a manner that could be seen as mirroring Uhura's. "Should you need an extra hand in sorting through your thoughts, however," --It was something he'd learned from a doctor aboard this vessel-- "I would be much obliged to offer my services. To...to help." --that offering assistance was better than nothing.

"I think I’m coming down with something."

"Do you want to help me make some mulled wine?"

"Bah Humbug."

"All I want for Christmas is you."

"Well, I guess we’re right under the mistletoe!"

"I wish I got someone else for Secret Santa…"

"It’s snowing outside!"

"We need to hide the presents."

"I burnt my hand trying to roast chestnuts."

"Wake up, I want my presents."

"I am not dressing up as an elf again…”

"Get out from under the tree!"

"That’s the cutest snow angel I’ve ever seen."

"Do you know any carols?"

"Your hands are freezing don’t touch me!"

"Do we really have to spend Christmas with them?"

"Nice sweater…"

"You’re so warm, don’t move."

"That snowball went right in my ear."

"We can’t share a scarf- what do you think you’re doing?!"

"But it’s cold outside."

"I don’t understand how me dressing up as a present benefits anyone…"

"Stay still, I can’t reach the top of the tree!"

"You smell like cinnamon."

"I think my teeth have frostbite."

"I’m going to be late, the roads are icy."

"You look like Rudolph the red nose reindeer."

"Come back here- you’re not leaving without your coat."

"You’re leaving out cookies and milk to encourage an old fat man to break into our house?"

"Achoo!"