He’s smiling. He’s proud of himself.
He’s saying “Look at me, that’s right, I’m balancing myself on this little stub of a branch. I am as majestic as a bird on its perch.”
behold the happiest bear
imagine a muggleborn in hogwarts starts singing Bohemian Rhapsody under their breath and then another muggleborn notices and starts singing along
and then suddenly all the muggleborns in the area are belting out the lyrics and head banging and every single pureblood is left utterly confused
#the way his arm slowly drops hurts me#logic is slowly creeping back#’mother is gone there is no reason to keep reaching out for her’#the logical part of himself says#and he can feel his hope dying#but his heart cries out and his arm falls slowly#deep down he’s still holding out for some miracle that would bring her back to him#his hand slaps his side with a loud noise and he pulls himself together enough to walk off the transporter pad#reason whispering in his ear that waiting for the shimmer of his mother’s form on the pad won’t bring her back#he’s never hated logic so much#spock#ow ow ow
thanks for those heartbreaking tags, captainsbones