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Jim had noticed something with Spock. He wasn’t one for the rec rooms after shifts, nor the little parties they had every now and then to celebrate upcoming holidays and whatnot. He wasn’t one for a loud scene nor crowds. Spock could often be found on the observation deck or in the labs if he wasn’t in his quarters, but he was always alone. Jim didn’t know if he felt lonely per se, but he seemed like it. Sometimes he wondered if Spock really did feel that way but didn’t realize just how much. He wasn’t sure if it was his own far more extroverted personality that made him think that or want to reach out to his First, but he still kept the thought in his head.
Spock was quiet, only talking when necessary. Once the Enterprise had been rebuilt after Kahn’s blight, their quarters were next to one another, connected by a single bathroom, like the rest of the quarters. It was kind of weird, Spock’s quarters were standard size but Jim still had his Capitan’s quarters. That aside, Jim’s prediction was proven correct, Spock was quiet on the bridge and in his own time. He kind of wished that one day Spock would have someone over and he could hear even a low murmur of him talking to someone. Well, someone other than Sarek, who only called because he was the Vulcan equivalent of mad at Spock.
But, there was one thing. Jim had just been going to sleep when he heard a soft melody, drifting through the thin walls. It didn’t sound like it was being played off of a computer, but like it was being created right there, right on the other side of the wall. The notion of falling asleep was lost on Jim, he didn’t want to, he couldn’t. It was such a beautiful sound like it truly was floating through the air, surrounding him like a gentle mist. The focus that Jim had on the sound would usually keep him up for hours, but when crossed with the almost haunting sound, he fell asleep quickly.