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- Spock? -
- Yes, Doctor? -
- Is there a reason you're standing so close? -
McCoy was trying to look over Spock's lab results while the man himself was glued to his side.
- Your presence soothes me. -
- It... What? -
He looked up from his padd to stare at Spock, 'cause surely, he hadn't heard that right.
- You don't even know who I am! -
Spock looked at him as if he thought he was stupid. He probably did.
- I may not remember our previous interactions, but I can tell we are close. Your smell makes me relax, it is obvious that I associate you with safety and comfort. -
McCoy couldn't believe what he was hearing.
- Please... Don't talk about my smell. -
Spock tilted his head like a confused animal.
- I did not mean to imply that it is unpleasant in any way, quite the contrary. -
McCoy didn't say anything, but just continued to stare at Spock, who took it as a sign to continue.
- I find your scent very pleasing, there's no reason to be embarrassed, Doctor. -
There's definitely a reason to be embarrassed! In fact, when he gets his memory back, Spock might just die of embarrassment. When that happens, McCoy will have to make sure he doesn't throw himself out of the airlock or anything, but in the meantime he has to figure out how to deal with his own feelings. It seems that nice Spock is way worse for his heart than mean Spock ever was.