His avoidance of Spock’s quarters had been, for once, INTENTIONAL; he’d been confined to his OWN until whatever sickness he’d picked up was gone, && though it was more likely that he WOULDN’T pass this on to the first officer && could very well sneak to his if he wanted to, he wasn’t willing to take the chance on his HUMAN half. It seems all of his efforts were in VAIN, however, as doors to his quarters open to reveal an all too familiar VULCAN. A sigh passes over his lips, punctuated by a roll of his eyes, as he moves to sit up in bed. The EXASPERATION doesn’t go unnoticed by his partner, but Spencer waves off the concern. ❛❛ You’re already here, you might as well stay, for at least a few minutes. ❜❜ Enough for me to FUSS at you for showing up in the first place is implied, but left unsaid. Arms cross over his chest, his exasperation shifting to his expression, though if Spock looked hard enough, he’d see the RELIEF in his eyes, too; as much as he didn’t want to get him SICK, Spencer did miss his partner any second they spent apart.
{ ♜ } ❛❛ There’s a reason I’m in my own quarters and not yours — I know you think your vulcan half makes you immune to most things — ❜❜ His words are interrupted with a COUGHING FIT, face deliberately turning away from the side Spock’s on until the coughing subsides. ❛❛ — But, ❜❜ He continues, his own scolding UNDETERRED by his sickness, ❛❛ I prefer not to take chances on your human half. You’re the first officer, this ship needs you healthy. ❜❜
