"Think it might be the 'couldn't do this without you' talk you keep spillin' out like gushin' man pain on the floor." He arched a brow at Jim, purposely putting a teasing edge to the words . "Jokin' aside, just had a hard time. I get the whole... every person needs somethin' else from us." He softly squeezed Jim's hands. "I know I'm not the most sensitive person in the world. Not like I broadcast how I feel."
McCoy was about as good with emotions as a rock sometimes and he knew it. But damn it if he wasn't sensitive as hell to how Jim reacted to people. And Jim didn't just gush over anyone. It just surprised him that the blonde wasn't pickin' up on the fact that this came from jealousy and nothin' else.
"Yeah well, you're my 'ass' and I'm used to it anyhow." Rolling his eyes lightly, he looked up at Jim with a solid gaze. His hands tightened on Jim's as he fought that urge to reach up and try to smooth any line of worry or upset out of Jim's face and soothe out any negative emotion he found. "You don't need to change for me. Never want you to be any less than yourself." Jim never bent for anything or anyone, but he'd be lyin' if he said he didn't love it. Feeling like maybe he was one of a small few that mattered that much.
Arching a brow slowly, he weighed his options and what would be considered 'right' and 'too far' as he ran his gaze over Jim's face. In the end, he decided some gambles were worth taking.
So he used his hold on Jim's hands to yank him out of the chair and into him to hug him tight. One hand tangled into the dark blonde hair as he pressed his face into his shoulder and neck. "All I could think about was findin' you. Gettin' Spock back to you. Just... you are such a goddamn hero, Jim. You do all of it by yourself... and if I have to hold a fuckin' phaser and do what you can't do on your own. I'll do it. You are damn near priceless, Jim. If I have to fly and face weeks of vertigo and nightmares... it's a small price to pay if it got some of the load off your shoulders. Do you have any idea how much you mean to me?"
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McCoy was about as good with emotions as a rock sometimes and he knew it. But damn it if he wasn't sensitive as hell to how Jim reacted to people. And Jim didn't just gush over anyone. It just surprised him that the blonde wasn't pickin' up on the fact that this came from jealousy and nothin' else.
"Yeah well, you're my 'ass' and I'm used to it anyhow." Rolling his eyes lightly, he looked up at Jim with a solid gaze. His hands tightened on Jim's as he fought that urge to reach up and try to smooth any line of worry or upset out of Jim's face and soothe out any negative emotion he found. "You don't need to change for me. Never want you to be any less than yourself." Jim never bent for anything or anyone, but he'd be lyin' if he said he didn't love it. Feeling like maybe he was one of a small few that mattered that much.
Arching a brow slowly, he weighed his options and what would be considered 'right' and 'too far' as he ran his gaze over Jim's face. In the end, he decided some gambles were worth taking.
So he used his hold on Jim's hands to yank him out of the chair and into him to hug him tight. One hand tangled into the dark blonde hair as he pressed his face into his shoulder and neck. "All I could think about was findin' you. Gettin' Spock back to you. Just... you are such a goddamn hero, Jim. You do all of it by yourself... and if I have to hold a fuckin' phaser and do what you can't do on your own. I'll do it. You are damn near priceless, Jim. If I have to fly and face weeks of vertigo and nightmares... it's a small price to pay if it got some of the load off your shoulders. Do you have any idea how much you mean to me?"