[He was wide awake now, despite the hour. The adrenaline that steadily worked its way through his veins kept his focus sharp and his mind clear as the impulses for crisis aversion set in. He couldn't tell whether it was simply a remnant from Spock's entry, his need to stay focused where Spock could not, or a sympathetic response to everything that the draft had dealt...
He took a deep breath. His gaze flicked down at Spock's balled up fist before meeting his eyes.]
2am on the 29th
He took a deep breath. His gaze flicked down at Spock's balled up fist before meeting his eyes.]
What else do you need?