"So indulge me twice - the human way. And then show me the Vulcan way," he whispered.

He was not a man to beg, too proud for it, not even willing to bow his head. But his eyes were reflective of his nature, warm and curious and wanting. For the first time letting a thing that had bubbled for years rise to the surface, because he could, because he liked to think that no matter what, he and Spock would survive whatever those feelings brought.

"Teach me," he murmured, not quite earnest, though hovering just on the edge.