[McCoy drew his hand back, pressing the pad of his thumb lightly down his palm and shivering again. Vulcans and their hands- damnit, he knew he forgot something about their anatomy and erogenous zones. He made a silent vow never to shake Spock's hand. Uhura might kill him.]

What? [He turned, brow furrowed before he processed the words. He opened his mouth to retort but for once he actually got it, all of Jim's motives and driving forces behind the statement and it made him glance away. If there's one thing he figured out Jim actually did care, the damn bastard, it wasn't all just some game or puzzle for him to solve and get bored of. McCoy wasn't sure what to do with that fact now that he had it.]

Yeah, I guess you would wouldn't you?