dared to do better

He still held him close though, and felt a small warmth curling in his chest when Jim nuzzled at his neck. No matter what, Leonard couldn’t think of anything about Jim that he didn’t like. Sure, he was stubborn - weren’t they both? And his reckless nature was more of a worry than anything else - and they were working on it. Together. 

No doubt Bones already knew that. They'd confessed all everything they had to confess to each other a long time ago; they'd been sharing the burden for a while. He didn't mind saying things like that to Bones anymore, because now he knew why. There were a lot less questions when they were both in the know. 

"It is a simple request, Captain. Your tone implies that it is something else."

"Simple request, sure. You know it's not my fault that Starfleet-issued shirts are ridiculously flimsy. I don't tear them on purpose."

"I’m not on call for a while though," he said, "So I’m all yours at lunch for the foreseeable future, unless there’s a real emergency. Promise."

"Good." He murmured. "Sitting on my own sucks."

He knew, somehow, that Jim needed him more, and strangely that didn’t scare him. This blue eyed kid with the scars and the smile like the sun had become such an integral part of his life that he didn’t even want to remember what came before him.

It wasn't like he had a big problem with food anymore; he and food were, generally, on good terms. It was more that he didn't like eating on his own, no matter how much Bones was needed elsewhere. It was selfish, and Jim felt horrible for wanting Bones all to himself, but he couldn't help it. Even then, as he thought about it, he shuffled in closer, pressing a kiss to Bones' neck.

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McCoy’s lovely nicknames for Spock.