[McCoy scowls at the anything but chastised look on his friends face- like talking to a damned brick wall- continuing the scowl as he approached. He let out a huff at the 'tackling' but let him, lying back with an annoyed roll of his eyes before glancing back over, resisting the urge to inform him he was a doctor and not a teddy bear. Kirk's touchy-feely way was something he got used to pretty quick.]

Hostile wrestling or otherwise. [He mutters, shifting slightly for comfort.] How the hell do you even do that Jim? Rehabilitate these people. I have a guy who cuts off women's faces and wears them- and can't comprehend that it's as wrong as the day is bright.