I know, Christine. Always thought it was a nice name - though I gotta say Nurse Chapel has a sweet ring to it.
[ bones. don't you even start. you're not even drunk, you can't get away with that shit.
but if she wants to be called by her first name, he'll oblige her. he gets tired of the constant dr. mccoy all the time - especially since their first officer makes a habit out of calling him 'doctor' every other sentence, it seems.
he nods at her question, though. he doesn't often talk about life before the academy, because there are too many memories that he would just as soon forget - but this is pretty harmless. ] Used to run around barefoot through the woods, climb trees, that kinda thing. Contrary to what I'm sure is pretty popular belief, I was a happy kid.
[ he takes another pull from his flask when she gives it back, licking his lips thoughtfully. he does know her smiles, every single one of them, in fact, though it's yet again another one of those things that he would just as soon keep to himself. caring about people breeds trouble, and it's just .. easier to keep things in his own head rather than come clean about them.
she drops her gaze, and he looks skyward again. ]
I'm gonna, yeah. You're more than welcome to join me, if you want. I'd understand completely if you'd be more comfortable in your bed instead of a ratty old tent, though. No hurt feelings here.
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[ bones. don't you even start. you're not even drunk, you can't get away with that shit.
but if she wants to be called by her first name, he'll oblige her. he gets tired of the constant dr. mccoy all the time - especially since their first officer makes a habit out of calling him 'doctor' every other sentence, it seems.
he nods at her question, though. he doesn't often talk about life before the academy, because there are too many memories that he would just as soon forget - but this is pretty harmless. ] Used to run around barefoot through the woods, climb trees, that kinda thing. Contrary to what I'm sure is pretty popular belief, I was a happy kid.
[ he takes another pull from his flask when she gives it back, licking his lips thoughtfully. he does know her smiles, every single one of them, in fact, though it's yet again another one of those things that he would just as soon keep to himself. caring about people breeds trouble, and it's just .. easier to keep things in his own head rather than come clean about them.
she drops her gaze, and he looks skyward again. ]
I'm gonna, yeah. You're more than welcome to join me, if you want. I'd understand completely if you'd be more comfortable in your bed instead of a ratty old tent, though. No hurt feelings here.