Spock says something and it’s the same voice, but also very fucking different. Everything and nothing is the same, and his thoughts are spinning. He’d recognize that voice anywhere. He knows what it sounds like screaming in anger, and how it sounds, hushed and whispering to him with barely disguised lust.
Mature, angst. Oh holy hells, right in the feels! Reboot Kirk and Spock are fated – but sometimes that’s just not enough.