[ Until the destruction of Vulcan, Spock had no concept of home. He understood the term well enough, but the underlying meaning of warmth and comfort and a place to simply be was lost amid the cool, detached logic with which Spock surrounded himself. Before the destruction of his planet, home was simply a place - the place where one was born, the place where one resides. Nothing more, nothing less. It has only been recently that he has had an understanding of the deeper concepts of home, and it is less a specific place for him than is the company of the individuals who share his space. Home is as much the Enterprise as it is his apartment, because home is presence of those who have accepted him as he is now.
It is gratifying in ways he cannot accurately express to return to Nyota, to breathe in her unique scent and the familiar smells of his apartment, and to feel her touch against his skin. He does not deliberately try to read her emotions, but he can feel her happiness, a pleasant feeling he finds immensely soothing. One of the things that drew Spock to Nyota was her structured mind and the intelligence of her thoughts, and after being gone for weeks, he revels in her presence.
It is just a soft, small kiss and he breaks it after a moment, though he continues to touch her fingers. ]
Greetings, Nyota.
[ A bit late, and he will not follow it with the obvious I have returned, as that is evident. He does not appreciate small talk, and even the chance to simply stand in her presence, in quiet, is welcome. ]
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It is gratifying in ways he cannot accurately express to return to Nyota, to breathe in her unique scent and the familiar smells of his apartment, and to feel her touch against his skin. He does not deliberately try to read her emotions, but he can feel her happiness, a pleasant feeling he finds immensely soothing. One of the things that drew Spock to Nyota was her structured mind and the intelligence of her thoughts, and after being gone for weeks, he revels in her presence.
It is just a soft, small kiss and he breaks it after a moment, though he continues to touch her fingers. ]
Greetings, Nyota.
[ A bit late, and he will not follow it with the obvious I have returned, as that is evident. He does not appreciate small talk, and even the chance to simply stand in her presence, in quiet, is welcome. ]