A prison indeed, but did he have a choice? His heat was already so far gone, and as bad as it was, he didn't trust himself to be making any rational decisions it was true. Even now those lines kept blurring, made more difficult with the presence of an alpha. An alpha he trusted, and genuinely liked. He hated to think what he might do if he was able to get loose - enticing alphas to go to rut, or triggering other heats. If he was honest he didn't want the entire ship knowing he was Omega, either. Which was silly, he knew. But still.

"Do it," he rasped, sweat beading and dripping down his face now. "Just you - and Spock, as a backup. Just in case. And just tell the crew that I'm not feeling good and decided to quarantine to be safe. We don't need a fever or flu going around." It was a plausible enough reason, given how easy those sorts of things overtook a ship.

A hitched breath, sucked sharply between his teeth as every nerve lit up, a keen catching in his throat.

"Yeah, definitely do it."