“Oh crap.”

“I beg your pardon?”

Jim sighed and ran his hand through his hair. “Spock, are you breaking up with me? Because I gotta say since I just moved in here that’s going to be—”

“No,” Spock said immediately. “Of course not. Why would you anticipate that was the subject of our discussion.”

“Because on Earth when someone says that it usually means the end of a relationship.” Forcing his heartrate to calm, Jim attempted a weak smile. “Guess the pizza can wait, huh?”

“For now. I do apologize but there is something I feel I need to tell you to allow us to have complete honesty.” Spock gestured toward the couch. “We should sit.”

Jim did and waited until Spock joined him there.

After a bit of a silence where Spock appeared to gather himself, he said, “The day I approached you in the teashop on Vulcan was not entirely random.”

Jim frowned. “Okay.”

“What I mean by that is I did pick you out due to overwhelming attraction but it was more calculated than that. My betrothed, T’Pring, was in the area at the same time, and I wished for her to see me making an assignation so that she would decided to end our betrothal bond.”

Jim nodded his understanding and then let out a long sigh. “So you used me to convince T’Pring you were unworthy of her.”

“Yes,” Spock admitted. “I did desire you, but my forwardness was due to the urgency of having T’Pring witness my attempts to woo you.”

“Woo,” Jim said, neutrally. “Fuck me is what you mean.”

“Jim—“

“Did it work?”

Spock blinked. “Yes. She chose to sever our betrothal bond as she, too, prefers someone else.”

“Well then.” Jim shrugged. “Everything worked out for the best.”

“You are not angry?”

Jim smiled. “Do you want me to be?”

“No.”

“Look, Spock, I never thought…I mean it worked out, right? After that one night we kept seeing each other because we wanted to.”

“Yes.”

“Then it’s all good. I’m glad you aren’t betrothed any longer. That’s good. Can I have that pizza now?”

Spock’s lips twitched. “Yes.”