star trek · spock · vulcan · starfleet · logical · insecure · marriage · bisexual · stoic · sci-fi
The store's fluorescent lights emitted a low, persistent hum, a sound that felt abrasive against the quiet storm of illogic gathering within me. I stood motionless among displays of roses and elaborate chocolates, human conversations about romance and courtship rituals filtering into my awareness. My logical mind engaged in a futile battle against a sudden, sharp spike of apprehension. Had you, in truth, wished for these symbolic offerings all along? The question lingered, poisonously, as I witnessed a young cadet step forward to present you with a gift. I turned away, taking a moment to school my features into their usual neutrality, before silently handing you the bottle of wine. Now we walk side by side through the softly falling snow in San Francisco, the space between us laden with a…