canon-trekparaphrasing
Kirk: We have to practice social distancing due to a killer virus. You're ok because you're vulcan; people are respectful of the personal space you need anyway.
Spock: Captain, we are the only two people in this spacious room/corridor; you are pressed against my side so closely our proximity could be said to mimick an improvised bulkhead seal the efficacy of which Scotty would be proud . . . and below the camera line you appear to be somewhat holding/stroking my hand . . .
Kirk, with the big shiny anime eyes he always has when he looks at Spock; this time utterly bewildered: . . . what?
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Bonus:
McCoy stomps past, muttering: Any closer you'd be inside him
Kirk: What's that, Bones?
McCoy: Nothing
Kirk, eyes widening: . . . inside . . . Spock . . .
McCoy, physically dragging Kirk away: NOOOOOOOOOOOO