#spirk fluff

"James?" Spock called softly into the dark observation deck, already knowing where he would find his mate. It wasn't the first time Spock had awoken to find Jim's side of the bed empty, though it had been approximately 8.37 weeks since the previous incident.

Stepping through the doors and rounding the corner Spock glanced at the tall potted plant that was normally in the indent that Jim had squeezed himself back into. If Spock were to use a Terran phrase, his "heart would be breaking" seeing his love this way. Huddled sitting with his back against the cold metal hull, arms squeezed into his sides by the decorative wall of the space that was just barely big enough for the Captain to fit into, Jim held his knees close to his chest. Every so often a star would shine down into the glass room and hit Jim's face revealing the wet glistening trails along his cheeks.

"T'nash-veh yel, it is Spock, are you cognizant at the moment?" His voice was warm, well, warm in the way that practically only Jim could hear.

Jim blinked several times, before squeezing his eyes tightly and shaking his head as though he could remove the thoughts, the memories that were plaguing his mind. "I…" He sighed, a small sob caught in his throat, refusing to let it escape into the air. "Yes. I'm sor–"

Spock cut him off "We have talked about this ashayam. You've no reason to apologize for having a reaction to unpleasant memories." He gently sat down on the floor, crossing his legs while still keeping some distance between himself and Jim, knowing better than to try and touch him unprompted during an episode.

Jim stared up at the stars flying by, never able to focus on one before it would disappear out of view. "I know you hate waking up alone, that I should've told you…" his eyes filling with tears again, the stars blurred more than they should've. "I don't have an excuse. Not a logical one anyway."

Spock didn't miss the sad chuckle his lover let out at that phrase. "Often times I find that emotions, are not logical. Therefore, they often do not have logical reasons or reactions." He tilted his head to look up at the stars as well. "Do you wish to talk about what has troubled your mind tonight? Or would you maybe prefer something else?"

Jim blinked away the tears again, feeling the warmth dripping towards his ear now due to the tilt of his head. He knew they would talk about it tomorrow, but right now he just wanted to forget. His chest felt hollow, stomach ached despite the fact he had eaten just a few hours ago. He needed to forget for a while. "Could…" Jim chewed the inside of his lip. "Could you talk about the stars Spock?"

"It would be my pleasure James." Spock unfolded his legs without touching his mate. "Did you desire contact?" He patted his now stretched out and slightly spread legs.

Without speaking, Jim crawled out of his tight space settling his body between Spock's legs, head laying in his lap. He felt Spock thread his fingers into the no doubt mess of a hairstyle Jim was sporting, running them gently through it.

"Are you aware of the recently discovered star type?" Spock asked, watching as Jim shook his head, still watching the soft blur that is their current galaxy. "A quasi-star also called a black hole star, was thought to be hypothetical, However it was recently proven to be fact. They are a type of extremely massive and luminous star that most commonly existed early in the history of the universe. Unlike modern stars, which are powered by nuclear fusion in their cores, a quasi-star's energy would come from material falling into a black hole at its core. Quasi-stars were first hypothesized in the year 2006; they were said to resemble red giants in structure to an external observer, though scaled-up and powered by an accreting central black hole with luminosities that would be comparable to a Seyfert–"

A low grumbling brought Spock out of his essay, causing him to look down knowingly at the man in his lap; who was curled into Spock’s leg snoring lightly. The adrenaline crash finally caught up to Jim once he felt safe enough, surrounded by his mate. Spock allowed himself a slight smile whilst looking upon him.

"I shall keep you safe, T'nash-veh yel. Rest well."