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It’s approximately two point seven hours since they both fell to bed before, “Do you believe there was ever nothing?”
Jim is speaking, though Spock does not know why.
He almost ignores it until, “Or since matter like energy can’t be created or destroyed, is it possible this, all this, just you know, was, and always was?” There’s a pause and Spock thinks he can feel the crease between Jim’s thick brows without seeing them, without needing to. “Am I even making any sense? ”
Hidden by darkness, Spock delicately rouses from within the warm hollow at the nape of Jim’s neck, pressed neatly against Jim’s back. He blinks slowly, hovering just outside the realm of a rare night of sleep to find the Captain awake, and whispering ( to no surprise of his own ) of an age-old question lingering about the universe.
Spock’s lashes flutter gently and he opens his eyes. Beneath the port above Jim’s bed, the glow of shifting nebulae casts an alluring shade of indigo on Jim’s skin. He nestles into the first knobs of the Captain’s spine.
“Of course, Jim,” he murmurs, slipping the words tiredly, languidly, through the slim gap of his lips; out of form, when he presses his face further into a shoulder blade. Spock moves his mouth against the angles of bone he finds there, worrying a mark left from before, remembering quietly, before he leaves behind another press of his lips, “However, it can wait until morning.”
Inside his arms, Spock feels Jim’s body relax albeit from an acquiesce to defeat than the fact that Jim is tired. He half expected Jim to argue, to sit up or move away from him in order to retrieve whatever Jim seems to be looking for in the night.
Instead, he can hear the beat of Jim’s heart slowing, it pattering like a soft drum into his own empty chest, their limbs rustling in the sheets.
“Right.” Jim exhales, carrying Spock with him on the rise and fall of his back. An oscillation of acceptance and gratitude adulates between them. “Yeah, okay. But you’re totally telling me tomorrow, though, right?”
“Sleep, Jim.”
And they do.