Even that little space comes as a surprise. He would have thought Spock might pace, or keep on his feet, as was his right given the situation. He took it for a bit of hopefulness, though was careful to keep it reigned in - careful, quiet, a tiny little spark in his chest.

"You know me, Spock - my problem is that I trust to easily, and think the best of people when I perhaps should not," he shook his head, slowly turning his gaze back to the other man. "And I don't know yet. There's some more clarity, but I don't know that there will ever really be a right answer, now will there?"

He shifted, making himself as comfortable as possible. He suspected this would be a long talk. Hopefully a long one, anyways.

"Is this where we move on to the next part?"