Humans can be difficult, but when you commune with them daily, on an ongoing basis, with a desire to understand them, there are patterns and trends one can follow, each as unique as there are people. Any reticence on Jim's part is taken for what it is, in this event, and Spock's face doesn't do anything so drastic as smile.
"You think so?" --is rhetorical in its musing, because of course Spock thinks so, or he wouldn't have said. Jim sips his coffee, looking up at the construction of his ship. Their ship; their home. How could he have been thinking of leaving? Finally, these months later, the embarrassed, fight-or-flight pinpricks don't alight the back of his neck at the memory. Yorktown station is incredible, but he's already bored of it. He would have been killing himself as a Vice Admiral.
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But it's a little there in spirit.
"A most logical adaptation, captain."
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"Hopefully I'll still be able to see the ledges."