There was something wonderful about being able to totally relax around someone who didn't give a damn what you looked like in the morning or a long ass day of work, or what you sounded like when you felt silly and rumbly. "...and that makes me the luckiest man in the universe," he said playfully, cracking an eye to look back up at Jim's expression.

Fuck, he was a handsome guy. Why the hell was he here on a beach with some old grump like Leonard McCoy? Should be out there, having fun on this pleasure planet. "What do owe you for this?"