Yeah. [ Luckily, Leonard has spent enough time around Spock to pick out the subtle differences in his tone, enough, at least, to be able to tell when the Vulcan wasn't intending to patronize him. The soreness of his back was already doing enough of that for him.
He rubs his fingers a little more firmly into the muscle, rising slowly to his feet, his efforts paused when he notices the other's hand extended toward him. ]
I'm fine. [ He shrugs, his hand lowering away from his aching back. ] Just a little more worn out than I thought.
[ A long day of processing new crewmembers through medbay will do that to a man. But Leonard's not about to continue grousing about his pitiful predicament. Much as he wants to, he's a little more concerned with Spock's presence aboard the ship, and how he's been able to absorb and adapt to all this.
He looks the Vulcan over cursorily, his gaze drifting down furtively then back up, assuring himself that no part of him was lost on the way through the Ingress. (He was told such a thing would never happen, that no one's ever lost a body part when they've come through, but McCoy, as always, remains skeptical.) When his eyes meet Spock's again, he forces himself to frown. ]
You're lookin' lively as ever. [ He remarks dryly, but with good nature. Like there was some small part of him that wanted to say something else, something a little more sappy, but he couldn't bring himself to utter the words. ]
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He rubs his fingers a little more firmly into the muscle, rising slowly to his feet, his efforts paused when he notices the other's hand extended toward him. ]
I'm fine. [ He shrugs, his hand lowering away from his aching back. ] Just a little more worn out than I thought.
[ A long day of processing new crewmembers through medbay will do that to a man. But Leonard's not about to continue grousing about his pitiful predicament. Much as he wants to, he's a little more concerned with Spock's presence aboard the ship, and how he's been able to absorb and adapt to all this.
He looks the Vulcan over cursorily, his gaze drifting down furtively then back up, assuring himself that no part of him was lost on the way through the Ingress. (He was told such a thing would never happen, that no one's ever lost a body part when they've come through, but McCoy, as always, remains skeptical.) When his eyes meet Spock's again, he forces himself to frown. ]
You're lookin' lively as ever. [ He remarks dryly, but with good nature. Like there was some small part of him that wanted to say something else, something a little more sappy, but he couldn't bring himself to utter the words. ]