[It rather surprised the Vulcan, how pleasant dinner was that night. They shared various stories about their missions with Winona, and she shared some of hers. Through dinner though, Spock couldn't help brushing his foot against Jim's every now and again...
Soon enough, they were excused from the dinner table, and some part of him knew that Winona knew that they wanted to get away. Again, it unnerved him how well she seemed to be able to read them.
Now they were once again walking up the stairs, bidding Winona a good night... and then he was shutting their door behind him. Effectively leaving them alone...]
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Through dinner though, Spock couldn't help brushing his foot against Jim's every now and again...
Soon enough, they were excused from the dinner table, and some part of him knew that Winona knew that they wanted to get away. Again, it unnerved him how well she seemed to be able to read them.
Now they were once again walking up the stairs, bidding Winona a good night... and then he was shutting their door behind him. Effectively leaving them alone...]