"Jim's just really not the type ta settle down. Not the Jim from back home, an especially not at the age he is now. But he an Rhys just . . . work. I just can't get over how happy they both are. It makes me happy, ya know?" And he looked happy as all hell. Seeing Jim settled and for all intents and purposes happy was just the best. McCoy couldn't remember ever seeing Jim that genuine. It was one worry off his mind and that made such a difference in his stress levels!

McCoy relaxed a little when Obi-Wan agreed a get-together would be good. He'd managed it again! Thank god. And then he was blushing again and poured himself another drink to toss back, "No I can't an that's sorta the problem!" He glared a little at Obi-Wan, refilling his glass yet again. At least he had a high tolerance for alcohol, "I think it'd be really scratchy kissin ya with that beard." Maybe not that high a tolerance after all . . .