[He knew that Spock was right, no matter how stubborn he wanted to be. After missing the holidays, missing the Ball, missing a chance to relax over a bottle of wine with his friends, all he wanted was a shred of normalcy. The current blow that the Malnosso dealt was yet another denial...as much as he wanted to reject it for the exotic embrace of Rio and the promise of a wild time with Jigen, he had to settle for this.
The weird balance he had attained with Spock was his new normal.
Sighing, he tipped the mug forward and took a sip--and found that Spock was right. It was too rich for his tastes, but it didn't have the same bitter bite of the coffee. Another sigh. After a year in Luceti, was he really reduced to a monkey that was drinking coconut milk?]
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The weird balance he had attained with Spock was his new normal.
Sighing, he tipped the mug forward and took a sip--and found that Spock was right. It was too rich for his tastes, but it didn't have the same bitter bite of the coffee. Another sigh. After a year in Luceti, was he really reduced to a monkey that was drinking coconut milk?]