Spock was an old man; he figured the universe would forgive him for deriving pleasure in whatever way he could.
And if Jim were here–his Jim, with rosy, plump cheeks, graying curls atop his head, and a devilish gleam in his eyes that laughed at life’s idiosyncrasies–he’d be joining in on the merriment.
Source: Piqued by Jaylee
This is my favourite kind of Spock Prime – the meddling, match-making kind, who can’t help but be amused by the fledgling relationship of young Kirk and Spock. (Locked for AO3 users.)