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"Stop wiggling you big baby..." Pavel murmured, folding his arms as he watched Doctor McCoy finish giving Jim his final ten hypo shots, "You insisted on going down there alone and this is the price for your jaunt on a dangerous purple planet. Doctor McCoy has my complete support."

Pavel looked down at the snuggly, oversized shirt, sat on the edge of the bed and frowning. "Da... Sorry..." Recently, he'd had a certain longing to just be warm and cozy - the other's shirt provided that for him. Previously, he was off shift for a medical exam, so he'd had time after to take a nap - he still looked rather tired. The results of the medical would come through soon, but the Russian wasn't worried in the slightest; he hadn't felt nor seen anything that was out of the ordinary. All he had was a slight increase in pain due to the psoasis-arthritis in his hands, but that wasn't threatening; just meant it hurt around his joints a bit more. "How was work?" Pavel smiled innocently, keen to change the subject - just in case he wasn't allowed to steal the shirt for a bit.

Overall Opinion: Ils/Elles sont Génial

The teenager shook his head, shrugging and averting his gaze to the floor with a soft sigh. "Nyet- eez fine, sir." Forcing a smile, he turned back to his station - he had something to work on, thank fully, and continued to look as busy as he could. He didn't want to face anyone about this, especially not the man he practically idolized.