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“Spock?” Pike walks down the hallway. “Jim?”
He finds a door slightly ajar. Pike peers in and finds Kirk and Spock on a couch, clutching each other’s hands. “Boys?”
“Chris!” They both scramble away from each other.
“Sorry. Should I have knocked?”
Spock hastily smooths his shirt. “No need, Christopher. Jim was merely…”
“Warming his hands,” Jim blurts out. “His hands were cold and he’s a pianist; his hands are important. You know how it is. Can’t have cold hands.”
Pike can’t help but smile as he turns away. “When you’re nice and warm, find Una. She’s looking for you.”