Jim licked his lips, catching powdered sugar as he did so. “No, it isn’t. Spock, you, you’re everything. And you…deserve better.

“There is no one better. And we will not discuss this. Not again.”

“But I’m not getting better. I’m getting worse. You need to put me in a—”

Spock slammed his hand down on the table hard enough to make Jim flinch. “We will not discuss this!”

Jim sighed wearily. “We can’t keep ignoring this, sweetheart.”

“You are my husband and my bondmate. We will never be separated, Jim.”

“You didn’t bargain for this.”

“Neither did you.” Spock took Jim’s hand again. “Please, let us not fight about this.”