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Mmm, Spock's been passing his Security requirements with flying colors. Better than Jim's been doing at them. Has he filled out more since the start of the year, or taken to wearing less baggy shirts beneath his uniform?? Either way he's hot as fuck but Jim better not stare. Much more than he already has, at least.

Even through the fog of his mood, Jim can't help but to chuckle softly at the fingers dragging through his hair. It's a touch he's always loved. Never commented on for fear it would Stop. Jim slides out of bed leaving the sheet pulled back so he can get back in later and saunters over to Spock's desk to help himself to a pile of food.

"Ohhh you got the Hot curry too. Nice!" In fact Spock has avoided anything with peanuts or pineapple in them owing to Jim's allergies. "Are we mixing and matching or which one's mine? I'm assuming the hot curry is Mostly yours." Jim's pretty adventurous when it comes to food (assuming he Can eat it) but Spock has a higher spice tolerance than he does.

Thanks to Spock's insistence, they do have a small set of basic dishware for serving up the takeout without having to resort to flimsy disposable items. It means they can grab food and then settle to eat together. Jim makes a nearly obscene sound for the coffee. He doesn't hike out to the café this is from nearly often enough but they have his absolute favorite blend. As good as an old friend greeting him.

"Hm?" Glancing up. "Course I'm willing to. I'm always willing to hang out when I can actually catch you these days."

Though Jim's been just as unavailable until the last week or so, he knows. "Mmh!" He puts his spoon back down. "Still hot. Like, temperature hot--not spicy hot."