Date: 2010-09-19 12:41 am (UTC)
There was a scratch at their door, so Bones went to open it, and he chuckled as he looked down. "You get left behind, buddy?" he asked, reaching down to pet the brown furry dog who was looking up at him with confused and sad eyes.

"What do we do about him? Leave him here, in their room?" Couldn't let him roam, and Bones wasn't sure he wanted to be anywhere near Spock right now, not if he was pissed off.
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