Gal Gadot and Chris Pine pose after the Warner Bros presentation in San Diego, California on July 21, 2018

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도향님께 냥스팍본즈!

From the fanzine  Fedcom, the September 1987, poem, “My Mother the Trekker” (links go to Fanlore, the fan run, non-profit wiki about media fandom)

Vulcan gesture

james and the giant pink tribble

“It’s two sugars, right?”

Chris comes into the bathroom too quickly, not noticing until he almost crashes into Zach. Zach, fortunately, has good reflexes. He presses himself up against the sink before a collision can happen. 

“Sorry,” Chris says anyway, grabs the scarf he left in a crumpled heap on the counter, and turns on his heel. Backtracks to press a misaimed kiss on Zach’s face before pivoting away. “Shit,” he says as he’s halfway through the door. “Have you seen my–”

“Bedside table.” 

“Right, thanks.” Chris is away, at a half-jog toward the bed and by the time Zach leaves the bathroom, he’s already gone. Zach checks his pocket for his cell and wallet–keys are by the front door–before following after him. 

As soon as he walks into the kitchen Chris holds out his coffee cup; already capped and ready to go. “Thanks.” Zach sets it aside to adjust Chris’ collar, which always seems to have a way of curling up.  “We have that appointment–”

“At three. I’ll meet you there. Oh, fuck.” 

“What–”

“Almost forgot my script,” Chris says, already moving toward his office. Zach picks up his mug and re-checks his pockets as he goes to the door.  Noah is there, tail wagging so Zach stops to scratch his ears, but only for a second because he’s about to be late.  

He’s reaching for his coat as Chris comes back in and stretches past him to snag his own coat from its hanger. “Oh, and you have to call your mom back,” he mumbles around the script he’s holding between his teeth as he shrugs into his sleeves. “She called last night.” 

“She did?” 

“Yeah, sorry forgot to tell you. Oh my god, I gotta go,” Chris cuts off the rest of the question, darts behind Zach to snatch up his backpack and nudges him with an elbow. “See you tonight.”

“The appointment–”

“Right. Three. I won’t forget!” Chris barely has the words out before he’s out the door, its dull thud punctuating his exit.  Not sure whether to be annoyed or disappointed at the distinct lack of farewell, Zach sighs and finishes buttoning his coat. 

He bends down to ruffle Noah’s fur and gets a wet lick in response. At least the dog knows how to say a proper goodbye.  He’s just grabbing the handle when the door swings open and Chris comes back in. 

“Chris? What–” Zach’s shoved up against the closet, the confusion swallowed up by Chris’ messy kiss. He’s left breathless when Chris pulls his head back, grinning. 

“Forgot to kiss you goodbye,” he says cheerfully, drops a firm kiss to Zach’s forehead. “Love you.” 

He’s gone again just as fast as he came, a habitual whirlwind.  One that Zach wouldn’t change for anything. He smiles as he pushes away from the closet and pulls out his phone.  He opens his text messages and taps out, Love you too. 

Chris won’t see it for hours, but Zach doesn’t care. He’s still smiling as he drives away from the house. 

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