[ Her apology, hardly sincere with that laughter, only gets a glare, and when that wrapper she shoots at him goes skidding off the table, he crumples up another one, flicking it back.

Spock would deny it, but he cannot resist a challenge. ]

Perhaps you should converse with me, rather than imagining such things, for practice.

[ Was that an invitation to talk to him? You decide, Bones. ]

It is what is. One learns to accept such things.

[ In theory, it is simple and straightforward to accept, but reality is much different from the nebulous concepts of theory and logic. Who knows how it will be when such an occurrence actually happens.

Spock nods at her, and brings up his hand to cover hers for a brief second. ] Your sympathy is unnecessary, but you have my thanks.