Non-tbg verse McCoy and Gaila
Today was certainly not the best of days for Leonard McCoy, but that was alright. He'd accepted this. It didn't really matter anyways. Taking a seat in the mess hall at a vacant table in the corner, he was looking forward to enjoying his lunch alone. It wasn't like he needed social interaction, but he was still used to being around Nyota, so he was starting falling back into his usual hermit-like tendencies. Taking a bite of his sandwich, he kept his eyes on the table.