So. Today's not entirely terrible. There's still the inevitable looming, still that countdown clicking in the back of his mind. But if he gets to spend the last few weeks of his life with someone that loves him, if he gets to show Jim all of what he adores in Georgia, gets to live like he'd wanted and might've tried for were he less jaded and bitter when they'd met? It can't be all terrible. One thing he knows for certain-
He'll live through till he can't anymore. No way in hell he's putt'n his blood on Jim's hands the way his father did to him. It'll hurt, he knows that. It'll drag on and he'll be less and less himself but-
He can't do that to Jim. Not when so many other people put that kinda choice in his hands daily and expect him to walk away shining just as bright as he went in. It weighs on a soul, ending a life for whatever reason. Leonard won't put that on him. "I know. But I'm leav'n you the house anyway. And my jacket. And my liquor collection, the whole damn thing. Might as well go to someone that'll appreciate it."
A little of everything they've run into available in varying degrees of legality- his booze stash is something of a myth in the halls of the Enterprise. Only a handful know how extensive it is. Jim? Is one of the lucky few. "James Tiberius Kirk-McCoy. S'gotta nice ring to it. Real classy. And sure, Darl'n, that ain't even a question."
Some might call it moving quick but Leonard? Would gesture back to the years of living out of each other's back pockets, the closeness forged through trials and tribulations- then gesture forward to how precious little time they've got left. Spending all of it with Jim is an exciting prospect. Waking up with him, falling asleep with him- 'course the idea of him having to deal with the side effects of this particular disease do make him grimace a bit. "I sleep pretty deep, now. It'll take a bit of shak'n to wake me up. Also don't panic if I get a nosebleed, that's normal. Just- Trust me when I say I'm do'n alright and don't wind yourself up too much, awright? It's-"
It isn't gonna be okay. He can't say that, that'd be ly'n. "It's to be expected. I'm actually do'n better than most at this point in the disease's progression."
Don't get me started, I have *opinions* about ID.
He'll live through till he can't anymore. No way in hell he's putt'n his blood on Jim's hands the way his father did to him. It'll hurt, he knows that. It'll drag on and he'll be less and less himself but-
He can't do that to Jim. Not when so many other people put that kinda choice in his hands daily and expect him to walk away shining just as bright as he went in. It weighs on a soul, ending a life for whatever reason. Leonard won't put that on him. "I know. But I'm leav'n you the house anyway. And my jacket. And my liquor collection, the whole damn thing. Might as well go to someone that'll appreciate it."
A little of everything they've run into available in varying degrees of legality- his booze stash is something of a myth in the halls of the Enterprise. Only a handful know how extensive it is. Jim? Is one of the lucky few. "James Tiberius Kirk-McCoy. S'gotta nice ring to it. Real classy. And sure, Darl'n, that ain't even a question."
Some might call it moving quick but Leonard? Would gesture back to the years of living out of each other's back pockets, the closeness forged through trials and tribulations- then gesture forward to how precious little time they've got left. Spending all of it with Jim is an exciting prospect. Waking up with him, falling asleep with him- 'course the idea of him having to deal with the side effects of this particular disease do make him grimace a bit. "I sleep pretty deep, now. It'll take a bit of shak'n to wake me up. Also don't panic if I get a nosebleed, that's normal. Just- Trust me when I say I'm do'n alright and don't wind yourself up too much, awright? It's-"
It isn't gonna be okay. He can't say that, that'd be ly'n. "It's to be expected. I'm actually do'n better than most at this point in the disease's progression."