“Spock and I had sex.”

Leonard stared at his best friend across the table in the mess room. He had just taken a bite of food, which he didn’t thank Jim for one bit. He swallowed painfully.

“When?”

Jim lowered his voice, thankfully. “Yesterday morning. Um. Yesterday afternoon. Last night. This morning. This afternoon. And, well, about an hour ago.”

Leonard lifted his iced tea to his mouth and took a slow sip. He lowered it to the table very slowly.

“How is it you can walk?”

“I’m a little sore…yeah. Shh. Here he comes. Don’t say anything.”

“I won’t.”