Spock had not felt this emotionally compromised in years. He felt almost dizzy and a little bit woozy.

“Spock? Are you okay?”

Nyota had come upon him, put her arm around him as he leaned against the bulkhead.

“I…yes.”

“What is it?” She frowned. “Wait. I thought you were going to tell the captain how you felt tonight.”

“Yes.”

She put her hand to her face. “Oh no. It-it didn’t go well?  I was so sure that he felt the same. Spock—”

Spock shook his head. “No. It went…perfectly. He reciprocates.”