Spock opened the door of his apartment to the persistent knock. Standing there was a smiling Nyota. He could see she held a paper bag in her hand.

“Good morning,” she called out cheerfully.

“Did we have plans to meet?” Spock asked.

“No, no. But I was going by that bakery that sells those pastries you like and I just couldn’t resist getting them and coming over. I thought you could make us a pot of tea with them.”

Spock glanced toward the bedroom.

Nyota’s smile widened and before Spock could stop her, she pushed her way inside the apartment.

He opened his mouth.

“Hey Spock, I can’t find any towels. Where…”

Jim had just come out of the bedroom, wearing Spock’s bathrobe. His hair was standing on end and there were clearly marks on the exposed areas of his chest. His lips looked still swollen from Spock’s abundant kisses.

Jim blinked. “Uh, sorry, didn’t mean to—”

“The bath towels are in the cabinet in the bedroom closet,” Spock murmured.

He smiled a little. “Thanks.” He went back into the bedroom.

Nyota stood beside Spock, arms now folded across her chest, one hand dangling the paper bag. “Well.”

“Nyota, I do…apologize. As you can see, I will be unable to make breakfast.”

She bit her lip. “Was I wrong? I thought we were seeing each other.”

“You were not wrong, entirely, no. But my…interests have changed. I am sorry. It was my intention to see you soon to advise you of the change in my relationship with Cadet Kirk.”

“I see. So, uh, things are serious between you?”

“Yes. I am sorry, Nyota. It was not my intention to mislead you or hurt you. I have enjoyed our interactions, and think of you fondly as a friend. My romantic interest, however, lies with Jim.”

She made a face, but then sighed. “Okay. I mean, to be honest, when we first met I thought maybe you were gay.” She thrust the bag at him. “I got these for you so you may as well have them.”

“Nyota—”

“I know. We’ll talk soon, Spock. In the meantime, I think I need to go lick my wounds a bit.” She leaned over and kissed his cheek. “Bye, Spock.”

And then she was letting herself out of the door of his apartment.

When Spock turned back, Jim stood in the door of Spock’s bedroom, still wearing the bathrobe and holding a towel.

“Everything okay?”

“Everything is fine, Jim.”

Jim smiled a bit quizzically. “What was that about?”

“I am afraid Nyota thought the two of us were more than just friends.”

“You and me or you and her?”

Spock’s lips quirked. “Me and her. I think she is now well aware that you and I are more than friends.”

“I didn’t come out like that on purpose. Honest.”

Spock went to him and pulled him close, wrapping his arms around him. “It does not matter in the end, Jim. She is aware now.” He kissed Jim. “As am I.”

Jim grinned. “Want to share the shower with me, Professor?”

And so Spock said the words that started this. “I am amenable.”