For a second, Jim thought Spock planned to stand out in the corridor but after the slightest hesitation, he stepped inside and the door closed automatically behind him.
“You requested my presence, Captain?”
“Yeah, I did, Mister Spock. Have a seat.” Jim indicated the couch and waited as Spock walked stiffly over to it. Jim wondered, curiously, why that one hunk of hair was messy. It looked like Spock had been pulling it or running his fingers through. Something.
Spock sat and Jim came over to where he was. This was no social visit so he didn’t offer a beverage.