Lt. Uhura (talentedtongue) wrote in colligo_threads, @ 2009-09-03 15:54:00 |
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WHO: Nyota Uhura & Spock
WHAT: Vulcan biology lessons.
WHERE: Their apartment
WHEN: Mid-Morning
RATING: TBD
STATUS: In Progress
He had been edgy the last couple of days, a little more quick to respond, far more curt than she was used to. She was concerned, of course, but when she had attempted to ask him what was wrong, he avoided the question all together. Nothing was wrong, of course. He was behaving perfectly appropriately. He was simply a tired or stressed or frustrated with their situation, and he would rather that she not ask again. And that had been a simple enough request to accomplish...until he did something else that seemed wildly out of character, and Uhura felt that she just had to ask again.
It wasn't until this morning, however, when she been woken by him flinging something (she still wasn't sure what) against the wall in a fight of barely contained anger, that the alarm was sounded in her head. Anger, of all things. Something definitely had to be wrong, and as she extracted herself from their bed, padding across the bedroom and out into the kitchen, frowning heavily at the pieces of ceramic bowl that littered the opposite side of the room, Uhura knew that it wasn't something that could be ignored any longer.
Casting a quiet, worried gaze in his direction, Uhura crossed over to where Spock was standing, settling a hand lightly against his chest, "Tell me what's going on," Uhura said, concern mixed with a firm edge that made it clear that she wasn't going to take no for an answer this time. "We can't do anything about it if you won't tell anyone what's happening."