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Spock drew himself up, clasping his hands behind his back. "Captain Kirk, permit me to state the facts. Your eyes have become glassy, you are not fully attuned to your surroundings, and, as I can attest because we recently touched hands, your palms have begun to perspire."

"Yikes," Jim muttered, running his fingers through his hair. "You sure know how to make a guy feel good, Spock."

OR, Spock has a science conference to attend, Jim is a crabby patient who's apt to wander off if he's not watched like a hawk, and there's always an alien equivalent to ginger ale. With bonus head rubs and accidental feelings!