He laughed breathlessly at that. Soon he wrapped his arms about Jim tightly and nuzzled closer into his neck like he might just be able to disappear into the warmth of Jim's body if he pressed close enough. "Wouldn't take it back for the world, hell, the galaxy. So yeah, darlin'... that's an open invitation." One he still felt oddly nervous giving.

Taking a shivering breath, he let it out with a labored sound as some of the knots in his chest just wouldn't let go. He wanted to just wrap Jim up in his arms and not let go for as long as possible. Keep him safe and just maybe... maybe he wouldn't have to sit back and let him die like last time and not even be there to say goodbye. And god if that didn't get him the most.

Then he landed on a damn planet too far away with a wounded vulcan and no contact with Jim. His arms tightened around him as he squeezed his eyes shut. He would rather pull his own teeth out than admit that he was crying now. "Hate flyin'. No good at it... And then I had to do or die... had to be in the right place and catch you. I can be a doctor, Jim... but then you had to go and rely on me to be a pilot of all the damn things. Seems fittin'... only took those piloting courses cause of you."