That answer... Bones held him tighter, not saying anything but fuck, that's what he wanted to hear. That Kirk was thinking about it, about him, like that.

They'd be heading on board soon and everything would change, it had to. They couldn't be like this on the ship - well, maybe inside their bedrooms, but even then, the ship was always there, problems were always there.

"Are you packed?" he asked, the sun rising in the sky telling him that daylight was burning. Time was moving on, whether Bones wanted it to or not.