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“What’s wrong with you guys?” Jim Kirk wanted to know as Spock avoided them.
“Damned if I know,” McCoy muttered. “He slept on the couch.”
“Oh, boy.”
“His choice.”
“How come you look like death warmed over?”
“I couldn’t sleep. I’m used to spooning with him. Now, me lying on my side is just… me lying on my side.”
“Oh, boy.”
“There’s other things I missed about bedtime, too.”
“Details aren’t necessary!”
McCoy looked insulted. “I meant that I forgot to brush my teeth. I don’t know where your dirty mind jumped.”
“Apparently to where love doesn’t have a prayer.”