[ He did so always try. If there was anything that the good Doctor and himself might agree upon in any universe, it was that Jim was a stellar Captain and equally stellar friend. While Spock might have made his connections known in ways quite alien to most of the crew, he has never had much doubt of its interpretation with Jim. With the rest?

Either way, Spock averts his eyes in deference to Human modesty as Bones subsequently partially disrobes, the suggestion that he might have loaned him the cardigan in his bag thought upon and summarily discarded. It would be logical to return to their quarters anyway. ]

Perhaps too much interest, [ Spock says, following after as though his ravings and heel-turn were entirely expected (they were within a 5% chance of error). ] I was under the impression that such celebratory incendiaries were considered common fare.

[ Spock tips his head, surveying this variant of Bones and matching it against known proportions of his own. He concludes after a moment of walking after that he and Jim both are approximately the same height, though their build varies. And so, matching strides with him, he follows up with: ]

Some. [ A beat. He nods, a slight and conclusive thing. ] The majority are long in the torso and sleeve.

[ Never mind what he's implying. He's going to veer toward the left in a moment, which is the shorter way back to the apartment. Keep up, Doctor. ]