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consequences
Chris emerges from his ready room with that goofy grin that says he's been talking to Tilly, and it's obnoxious how cute it is.
Una rolls her eyes and sidles over to Spock. She's losing hope that he'll agree with her, he's just as bad these days; he's currently exchanging gooey looks with Nyota. Is she this annoying when she's been spending time with Doug? Surely it's not even possible.
"I can't believe they're still so loved-up," she complains, "it's been a fortnight."
Spock almost smiles, which, honestly? Disturbing. "It is rather sweet."
"God, you're so annoying when you're happy, you're worse than Chris."
Spock blinks up at her, frustratingly sanguine. "I find that quite difficult to believe."
"Okay, not empirically worse, it's just in comparison with regular Spock."
"I sincerely apologise that my happiness has impinged on your enjoyment of life."
Well, now she feels terrible. "No, Spock, I'm glad you're happy, I just-"
He raises an eyebrow, and she wilts.
"Oh, shut up."
There's the tiniest suggestion of a grin at the corner of his mouth and his eyes are twinkling. No emotions? About as likely as Una not being 'Fleet's best first officer.
"Might it be that you are in fact delighted that Christopher and I are both happy, but that you find your pleasure in our happiness difficult to express, and thus it is easier to complain that we are, as you say, annoying?"
Una narrows her eyes at him and entirely fails to come up with a suitable retort. "I hate you," she says, turns on her heel, and strides rapidly away. Unfortunately, not fast enough to miss Spock murmuring, "Hmmm. Fascinating."
~ fin ~