For the first time since he got his diagnosis? Since he read the neat typed little memo spelling his inevitable demise-
Leonard McCoy laughs. It's rough-edged and harsh, just on this side of hysteria, his arms tight around Jim's waist as he tries his best to muffle the bulk of it into Jim's shoulder. God. Him and Spock? Him and Spock are united by their love of Jim.
There'd been jealousy on both of their ends when it came to dealing with the Captain, the newfound friendship between the man and half-vulcan, the level of easy intimacy already found in Leonard and Jim. It was a right goddamn mess for awhile, but they've gotten themselves mostly sorted.
His hauling off to lick his wounds in private, though, that'll rattle things up plenty. "No, Jim. We're not- he's a good friend, but I'm not in love with him."
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Leonard McCoy laughs. It's rough-edged and harsh, just on this side of hysteria, his arms tight around Jim's waist as he tries his best to muffle the bulk of it into Jim's shoulder. God. Him and Spock? Him and Spock are united by their love of Jim.
There'd been jealousy on both of their ends when it came to dealing with the Captain, the newfound friendship between the man and half-vulcan, the level of easy intimacy already found in Leonard and Jim. It was a right goddamn mess for awhile, but they've gotten themselves mostly sorted.
His hauling off to lick his wounds in private, though, that'll rattle things up plenty. "No, Jim. We're not- he's a good friend, but I'm not in love with him."