reach behind they can hardly find their spines
He had watched Jim enter the building with the girl through the window of his apartment some time ago, but had chosen not to make it his business - and even now, he was interested more on a professional level than personal - until he had seen by pure chance the same child leaving with another person some time before dark.
Even then, Spock only crosses the way to the building next to his own after all of the streetlights have come on, and the chill of night has started to set in outside the jacket and scarf he's pulled on.
Reaching the familiar door, he knocks once. There is no answer from inside the apartment, but he can hear Jim Kirk making small noises to himself, the sort of noises he finds that humans often make when they do not think that they will be heard - ones which connote emotion, frustration. He can see the way that shadows from inside move beneath the door, a body moving back and forth in front of a source of light. Jim pacing on silent, bare feet.
It's the pacing that sends Spock all but barging in without an answer, opening the door with the copy of Jim's apartment key he had recently had made. The entry is abrupt, and certainly rude, by Spock's standards.
He shuts the door behind himself (not slammed, certainly, but with a noteworthy, pointed click of the lock closing again) and watches from where he stands with a pair of somber and reservedly curious dark eyes as he peels his gloves from his hands.
"This is not, of course, a complaint ... but if you would care to illuminate me, Captain, I should like to listen to whatever you think I may need to know."
Even then, Spock only crosses the way to the building next to his own after all of the streetlights have come on, and the chill of night has started to set in outside the jacket and scarf he's pulled on.
Reaching the familiar door, he knocks once. There is no answer from inside the apartment, but he can hear Jim Kirk making small noises to himself, the sort of noises he finds that humans often make when they do not think that they will be heard - ones which connote emotion, frustration. He can see the way that shadows from inside move beneath the door, a body moving back and forth in front of a source of light. Jim pacing on silent, bare feet.
It's the pacing that sends Spock all but barging in without an answer, opening the door with the copy of Jim's apartment key he had recently had made. The entry is abrupt, and certainly rude, by Spock's standards.
He shuts the door behind himself (not slammed, certainly, but with a noteworthy, pointed click of the lock closing again) and watches from where he stands with a pair of somber and reservedly curious dark eyes as he peels his gloves from his hands.
"This is not, of course, a complaint ... but if you would care to illuminate me, Captain, I should like to listen to whatever you think I may need to know."