A chuckle, a small one, as Kirk touched him. "Sleep some more, Jim. Gotta get stronger for me, okay?"
He might not be able to slide into the bed, but he could scoot in a little closer, right? Settling further up on the bed, half-leaning on the bed, shifting until their heads were close together. It was as much for Bones as it was for Kirk, Bones needed to be close again, listen to Kirk's breathing, look at him from this familiar position, the way he did when he watched Kirk sleep. He had to remind himself that the man next to him was still Jim, under all that ink, still his best friend, his captain, his lover.
Touching Kirk's hair, he began humming a little as his fingers threaded through the dark blond strands.
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Date: 2009-10-18 08:51 pm (UTC)He might not be able to slide into the bed, but he could scoot in a little closer, right? Settling further up on the bed, half-leaning on the bed, shifting until their heads were close together. It was as much for Bones as it was for Kirk, Bones needed to be close again, listen to Kirk's breathing, look at him from this familiar position, the way he did when he watched Kirk sleep. He had to remind himself that the man next to him was still Jim, under all that ink, still his best friend, his captain, his lover.
Touching Kirk's hair, he began humming a little as his fingers threaded through the dark blond strands.