[ he didn't say more privileged, so don't get your panties in a twist. still, he prides himself in the staff he chooses to surround himself with, and he can't very well say that it isn't a privilege.

that dry tone is met with an almost-derisive one, as well as a hint of a chuckle. ] I bet you do and you just don't wanna tell me. You're a damn science officer, and a Vulcan. Y'all don't know how to do anything by halves.

[ yes, he just said y'all. not one word.

his expression flickers at that next comment as his eyes pass over the expanse of warm skin mottled by dark green spots, tracks left by fingernails and the crescent shapes of teeth. he remembers every single one of those marks, what had incited such a response out of him - and it all boils down to the sheer need the other man had made him feel. he can't bring himself to be sorry for any of them, and he isn't sure how he feels about that.

bones hums a bit in the back of his throat, the sound turning to an almost-grumble at the shot to his supplies. he lifts his head and cranes his neck again, brows knitting together in the semblance of a scowl that doesn't carry a single bit of weight with it. ] I don't exactly make a habit outta findin' myself in need of this level of care, if you have to know.

[ you're special, shut the fuck up.

he does know that hypo is in there, though, and while he isn't thinking about how jim would react to such an opportunity, it would have been beyond amusing to know that spock is thinking about it. jesus. ]

What I've got in there will be good enough .. I'm not exactly ripped to shreds.

[ pause. ]

Unless you're gonna try again.

[ hiding a sharp grin against his forearm? yup. oh, bones. what is anyone going to do with you. ]