[He wanted to pull the man into his arms and soothe away the confusion. The urge to comfort was hard to ignore, but he wasn’t sure Linneus wanted that, or needed it. The man would have to learn to fend for himself eventually, the city would see to that.

Instead, McCoy listened and chewed his lip, keeping his hands under Linneus’ on his wrist. He had a feeling it was an anchor for the man at the moment.]


Ya got some time ta think Linneus, an I’m more’n happy ta help however I can. Ya got a month ta meet quota, an ya got about three months ta find a contract. It probably ain’t enough, but it’s somethin.