the more i think about the bs finale the more i realize the tragedies underlying the happy endings, so as of today i’ve decided to be dumb and blind. im taking the easy way out lads. subtext does not exist. all is well (ﾉ◕‿◕)ﾉ*:･ﾟ✧
The first morning she walks downstairs and dumps out the coffee Spock made for her, she gets a raised eyebrow.
“I don’t like the smell,” she tells him, rinsing out the sink as quickly as she can.
“That is the same type of coffee that you have preferred every morning for the entirety of our acquaintance.”
“I don’t feel well,” she tells him, deciding the sink is clean enough and there’s no other offending smells that are threatening to make her that nauseous. She walks over to where he’s sitting at the kitchen table and leans against him when he wraps his arm around her waist.