“I heard somebody was grumpy.”

Spock looked over the rim of his teacup. Jim stood at the foot of biobed, smiling gently at Spock.

“I am not.”

He held out his hand for Jim to come to him and Jim came, quite willingly. He grabbed hold of Spock’s hand, sat on the edge of the bed and leaned down to kiss Spock softly on the lips.

“How are you feeling, honey?”

“Remarkable well, considering,” Spock replied. “You are well?”

“Not a scratch on me. I’m sorry I wasn’t here when you woke. I was on the bridge.”

“Yes. And I know you do not…”

“I hate that part, yeah.” Jim squeezed Spock’s hand. “I don’t ever want to hurt you.”

“Your history with domestic violence,” Spock said with a nod. “It is not the same, ashayam.”

“I know. I do. But I’d still rather not. Anyway, you have to stop playing the hero.”

“I was not playing the hero,” Spock insisted.

“Hmm. I may have been a little harsh with Ensign Mayo just the same.”

“When can I get out of the medbay?”

“I’ll have to check with Bones but I’m sure you aren’t ready.”

“I am sure that I am.”

Jim laughed. “We’ll see.” He kissed Spock again.

“Captain to the bridge.” Sulu’s voice,

Jim sighed. “Duty calls.” He rose and gave Spock’s hand once last squeeze. “I’ll check with Bones and come by later. Love you.”

“I love you also.”

Jim gave him one last kiss and then left Spock alone. Spock sighed. Maybe he was a little grumpy.