He did not know why but he found it very easy to talk to her. She listened without judgment, without fear or scorn. And she felt genuine empathy for him, for any patient under her care. Occasionally she reached out to pat his hand, forgetting about the common Vulcan disdain for touching in public. In those moments he knew exactly what she thought, felt, believed... she was like the sea, deep and tranquil with underlying strength and veiled beauty. He wanted her to reciprocate, to feel comfortable with him, to smile and laugh in his company. He wanted Her.