<blockquote>You are fond of him," Spock accuses her one day out of nowhere, as they sit in the officer's mess taking a meal together.
Uhura throws another glance at the receding gold-clad back of their captain, considers denying it, then shrugs and favors Spock with an indulgent smile. "A little bit. Maybe."
"And yet you consistently treat him in a most dismissive manner," he continues, bafflement written in the small muscles barely tensing between his angular brows.</blockquote>
