( He's aware he's picked up a follower, though that was a common enough occurrence back in Solvunn, where those in the settlement had little issue chasing McCoy down to ask for help with one thing or another. In Thorne, however, as the orange skies give way to deepening purple, it makes him wary, unsure.
The hand on his arm comes quick, and he turns just as fast, hard and sharp in his healer's whites except... the other man's voice, familiar as his own, washes over him. McCoy finds himself meeting bright blue eyes, and the earnest face of his oldest friend. )
Ji–
( Unable to keep the elation from his face, Bones stops himself a heartbeat later, his gaze dropping immediately to that paper, to the cypher in a hand he recognizes all too well.
Fuck, he could cry. )
Looks like I did.
(Lead on, goes his gesture. Jim knows he'll always follow. )
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The hand on his arm comes quick, and he turns just as fast, hard and sharp in his healer's whites except... the other man's voice, familiar as his own, washes over him. McCoy finds himself meeting bright blue eyes, and the earnest face of his oldest friend. )
Ji–
( Unable to keep the elation from his face, Bones stops himself a heartbeat later, his gaze dropping immediately to that paper, to the cypher in a hand he recognizes all too well.
Fuck, he could cry. )
Looks like I did.
( Lead on, goes his gesture. Jim knows he'll always follow. )