Advances, None Miraculous - [Sickbay]
First order of business was a haircut. There was a system onboard, which is to say there was a barber without scissors, so that everyone could keep trim without fear of a blade. Kirk suffered the stares of those he passed--either word had or hadn't gotten around, and it was hard to tell which state accounted for them--and the stiffness of his body to make the trip. He had Park keep it a little longer on top, not a fucking combover but enough to disguise the thinning he hoped wasn't permanent. He figured it'd be like trying to shine shit, but in fact it did help a little. He looked a little less scraggly and haggard, with his hair neatened up and not hanging over his eyes.
Damn. If he was going to start being vain about his hair, he knew he was on the road to recovery. That, or he just didn't have much left to be vain about. He didn't ask himself what McCoy saw in him. Or rather, he did, not being able to help himself, but he refused to look for an answer. It didn't matter now. What mattered was that he saw something worth protecting and worth having, and right now, Kirk still needed to be wanted.
He'd deliberated over the state of his privates, but as irritating as the growing out period was he decided to wait for some clearer sign. If McCoy wasn't going to object, for now, he had better things to worry about. Though it itched like hell.
And of course that brought him full circle, to whatever the fuck was going on. The results were good, better than expected, and he was still fine with being not totally settled. McCoy was not a comfortable person. No one thought so. And the fact that Kirk had seen a different side to him, these past days, only served to confuse even as it allayed. Still, he liked his options better where the doctor lay than without him, and he didn't want to keep him waiting.
It bothered him to walk into sickbay unescorted, knowing he was putting himself back in this place of something like his own free will, when everyone knew you didn't go to sickbay unless it was a dire emergency. Better to try to touch Scott's engines. But something in him, that little thing that remained alert and craved activity, wondered what would happen next even as another part dreaded it. But the first always won out.
Damn. If he was going to start being vain about his hair, he knew he was on the road to recovery. That, or he just didn't have much left to be vain about. He didn't ask himself what McCoy saw in him. Or rather, he did, not being able to help himself, but he refused to look for an answer. It didn't matter now. What mattered was that he saw something worth protecting and worth having, and right now, Kirk still needed to be wanted.
He'd deliberated over the state of his privates, but as irritating as the growing out period was he decided to wait for some clearer sign. If McCoy wasn't going to object, for now, he had better things to worry about. Though it itched like hell.
And of course that brought him full circle, to whatever the fuck was going on. The results were good, better than expected, and he was still fine with being not totally settled. McCoy was not a comfortable person. No one thought so. And the fact that Kirk had seen a different side to him, these past days, only served to confuse even as it allayed. Still, he liked his options better where the doctor lay than without him, and he didn't want to keep him waiting.
It bothered him to walk into sickbay unescorted, knowing he was putting himself back in this place of something like his own free will, when everyone knew you didn't go to sickbay unless it was a dire emergency. Better to try to touch Scott's engines. But something in him, that little thing that remained alert and craved activity, wondered what would happen next even as another part dreaded it. But the first always won out.