#howpoetic

Breathing in relief, Jim ignores the seat and instead grabs two plates from McCoy's kitchenette. That's when he takes his seat, opening the pizza box and offering his friend a plate. "I know pizza won't make up for what I said but...I really am sorry. It wasn't any of my right to get mad at you...and I had no right being so cruel with my words." Jim doesn't apologize for anything, ever. But this? He had to make an exception this time. Especially since he honestly was sorry for being cruel. He'd let his jealousy get the best of him, and it wasn't worth losing McCoy over. Not even slightly worth it.

“You’re right.” His hand falls away reluctantly, and he takes a deep breath. “See you at dinner.” Shaking out his lingering self doubt, he gazes at his friend one more time before he wiggles his eyebrows and takes his leave. That time? Well, that time his eyes didn’t look so sad.

Looking over, with this cerulean eyes that seem so much sadder than the rest of his face, Jim nods. Reaching up hesitantly, he curls his own fingers around McCoy’s forearm. “Alright, I will. Uhm. Thanks Bones, I dunno what I’d do without you. Best doctor ever.”

He’s still nodding, hasn’t stopped for a full moment- as if he himself has come across a major glitch in his programming has frozen up. Finally the nodding stops, and he pushes himself to his feet. Doing what he always does when he’s saddled with a load of bullshit, he throws a smile on his face and shrugs, slipping the mask back on. “Sometimes you wake up with a tight piece of ass- and sometimes you wake up pregnant as fuck. That’s life Bones.” He should leave the metaphors to the doctor.

Nodding, he stares at one of the walls in a distant way and heaves a sigh. “Yeah. I understand Bones.” Shit, shit, shit. “I’m sure everything will work itself out, maybe it’s even just a glitch.” He says it hopefully, but he feels no hope. 

“Bones. You of all people know how impatient I am.” Mumbling, he rubs at his forehead and frowns. It took a lot to throw Jim off enough to ruin his happy go lucky mask, but this? This definitely qualified as a lot.

Staring at him a moment, he swallows hard and turns away. “I have to go find Bones, why am I even talking to you?”

“I don’t think so!” Looking panicked now, he sinks into a chair and tries to catch his breath. He did not sign up for this shit when he joined Starfleet, thank you very much. “Spores- caterpillars— is my child going to come out with tentacles, Bones?!”