Sixty-Eighth Theory [Action]

[i_speak_softly]

[For the past few weeks, Don has spent an increasing amount of time staring out the windows of his winter room, watching for signs of spring. As comfortable as the room is, after two-plus months of living in it he really just wants to get out.]

[To that end, he has been packing for a camping trip, and today - not knowing that winter isn't yet done with Luceti - he shuts down all the systems in his room and leaves the house.]

[Anyone out and about in the village may see the Turtle, bundled in his snowsuit and carrying a duffel bag, heading out of town. He's not going anywhere in particular and isn't in a hurry, so he'd be happy to stop and talk.]

Comments

[spohkh]

Then you will know that it was an accident.

I hold no romantic feelings for Professor Hastings... I am completely dedicated to another. It was against my free will.

I appreciate your protection of your mate... I will stay away from him. I, however, wanted you to understand what transpired.

[i_speak_softly]

[He's still not able to be rational about this, but the threat level coming off him diminishes a little.]

I'll stay away from yours.

[spohkh]

You do not know who 'mine' is... and I want to keep it that way. You are not a threat.

[Spock raised his hands in a gesture of surrender.] I have held our gatherings in high regard... it would be... remiss to lose them.

[Spock bows his head.] You have my sincerest apologies.

[i_speak_softly]

I stay away from everyone who isn't mine. [He will strongly imply the "unlike some people".]

[Later he will deal with the existential weirdness of having fought over mates with Mr. Spock. For now, he'll just back off a step, as though the Vulcan isn't worth any more of his time.]

[spohkh]

[Spock sighs...and can't help but feel a bit sad.]

Very well Mister Donatello. [Spock lifted his hand in a Ta'al.]

Peace and long life to you, until next we meet.