“Did you talk to Spock about it?”
Jim glanced at Bones. His friend was frowning, looking grumpy as hell. He then looked over to where Spock sat, waiting for him at a sidewalk café, at a table for two in the sun.
Sure, maybe this conversation should be a lot more private, but Jim didn’t exactly have that luxury. They were due to leave this place soon enough. And he guessed now was as good a time as any.
He nodded at Bones. “See you later.”
“You, ah, you want some company or need help or something.”
Jim smiled. Slightly. But he was sure it counted. “Nah. It’s okay. Thanks, Bones.”
Spock looked up when Jim approached. He was huddled around a single cup of tea, as though it was a heat lamp or something. Jim took the seat across from him.
“So.” He blew out a breath. “The divorce is final.”
Neither said anything else for a while. There was a breeze coming off the nearby ocean that chilled the air.
“How do you feel?” Spock spoke into the quiet.
“A little numb, I guess. I never thought…” Jim shakes his head.
“It was not your fault.”
“Maybe. I don’t know. She says she’s okay.”
“And your father?”
“Closed mouthed as usual. Says he’s got a farm to deal with, no time for reflecting. His words.”
Spock unwrapped one hand from the teacup and moved it toward Jim’s. He was a little surprised, but not unhappy, as he turned his palm upward to accept Spock’s hand covering his.
He smiled at Spock. At least some things were good. Very good.
“Come on. We should go. You’re cold anyway and we’re leaving soon.”
“Jim.” Spock’s voice is soft and gentle. Warm. “Their relationship not working out is no reflection on you.”
“I know.” And he does know.
That Spock gets it…
Jim licked his lips. “I know that too. Deep down. I just…I really love you and I don’t want…I don’t want that to happen to us.”
“Nor do I. I do not believe that it will.”
His thumb stroked the plumper part of Jim’s palm. Warmth flooded Jim’s senses. Affection. And his parents’ divorce sucks. It does. But this doesn’t. And Spock’s right. As usual.
Jim smiled his first real smile of the day. “Come on, honey. Let’s go home.”