McCoy sighed and leaned in so his forehead rested against Obi-Wan's shoulder, one hand still holding the man's arm firmly. In many ways, he certainly wasn't much better. The ease with which so many people seemed to adapt just baffled him, "I like ya too Obi-Wan. I've even considered tryin a kiss or two. I'm not upset about that at all. I just . . . It got so intense so fast. I didn't wanna do somethin we might regret."

"It's not ya fault Obi-Wan. It's no one's fault. It happened an nobody went too far so it's not anythin ta worry over." He lifted his head and smiled at the man, "We can try again another time though. If ya want. Without the alcohol. An I'll remember about the beard. No touchin till I'm ready for something really serious."