“So what happens if they let you know tomorrow that a single dorm is available?”

Jim lowered his submarine sandwich and eyed Bones. “Huh? What do you mean?”

“Seems to me you like liking with the Vulcan.”

“Spock, Bones. His name is Spock.”

“Yeah, okay. But you do like living there with him, don’t you?”

Jim shrugged. “It’s fine. I don’t mind.”

“Don’t mind? He cooks for you.”

“Wish I’d never told you about that.” Thank God he hadn’t told Blabbermouth McCoy about Spock seeing him naked. Neither him or Spock would ever hear the end of that.

“Peanut noodles.” Bones grinned. “The point is, if the administration office contacts you tomorrow saying they have a dorm for you, what are you going to do?”

“What do you think?”

“I used to think you’d jump at the chance and skedaddle right out of there.”

“Did you just use skedaddle in a sentence?”

“It’s a word. You’re evading my question, Jim.”

“They said they had a long list.”

“Still evading.”

“Fine.” Jim took a bite of his sandwich, chewed, and swallowed. “I’d take it of course.”’

“You would?”

“Yeah.”

“Even though you’re enjoying playing house with Spock?”

“I’m not playing house. Where doyou get this crap? I’m just sharing his space temporarily until I get my own. He was going to make himself food anyway so he politely asked me if I wanted some. That’s all there is to it. And when the time comes, I’ll move. I’m sure he doesn’t want me hanging around longer than I have to.”

“Hmm.”

“Just shut up anyway. You and your what ifs. I have another class.” He wrapped up the rest of his sub and took it with him.