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“Bones, I think Spock kinda likes you.”
McCoy narrowed his eyes. “Define ‘kinda.’”
Now, this was an improvement! Generally, McCoy poo-pooed any hint that he might be interested in an amorous relationship with their resident alien. The fact that Spock was different as hell from most of the crew never entered the conversation. He was one of them. Period. So that meant that he had as much chance of winning McCoy as anybody did.
Kirk was so excited by possibilities that he nearly tripped over his own tongue. “Then you’ll date him?!”
McCoy frowned. “Shouldn’t he be asking for himself?”