“What’s wrong with you?”
Spock was surprised by the question as he did not believe anyone would know there was anything wrong with him. He had thought he had hid it well as he always did.
He sipped his tea and gave McCoy a slight shrug. “Nothing is wrong, Doctor. I am merely contemplating the recent…situation with the captain and the native on the planet.”
“What about it?” McCoy picked up his fork and stabbed into a plate of eggs.
“I would not have expected the captain to take a wife and…”
“Expect a child with her?”
The doctor shrugged. “He had amnesia and forgot all about his life.”
“Right. That bothers you somehow, huh?”
It did but Spock was not sure how to admit it.
McCoy smirked. “You thought we were somehow unforgettable.” He paused for a gulp of coffee. “You thought you were.”
Spock shook his head in deniable.
“That emotion you’re feeling—”
“Emotions are illogical.”
“Vulcans do not feel—”
McCoy waved this away. “I’m not saying you feel jealous romantically, but you are jealous that your friend could forget your very existence, considering how much time you spend together.”
Spock was saved from arguing further by the arrival of the captain. Kirk paused a moment to look at them somewhat quizzically before approaching them with his tray of French Toast.
“Morning, Spock, Morning Bones. You two looked serious. Something on your minds?”
Spock nearly asked the captain how he felt about the loss of his wife and child, but it was not his business, and at breakfast in the mess was not appropriate anyway.
“No, Captain, there is nothing.”
And a short time later, Spock excused himself to report to the bridge. He didn’t wish to analyze McCoy’s words as to whether he was indeed jealous. He dismissed the possibility as unlikely and decided, that night, he would meditate for a longer time to clear his mind.