( He hears Finn before he catches him in his peripheral, the younger man's softer tread a familiar sound in the clinic these past weeks. McCoy had pushed aside his own feelings regarding their argument in lieu of the necessary work to be done– though he also hadn't ignored the effect it was having on Jim, couldn't.
He was admittedly relieved when Jim hadn't come down with him earlier, and the resulting quiet, well... it wasn't a fight. That bode well, hopefully.
Realizing he's been staring blankly at a list of names, McCoy starts a bit when Finn speaks. His hand slides up his nape, rubbing away a muscle twinge as he glances back at him. )
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He was admittedly relieved when Jim hadn't come down with him earlier, and the resulting quiet, well... it wasn't a fight. That bode well, hopefully.
Realizing he's been staring blankly at a list of names, McCoy starts a bit when Finn speaks. His hand slides up his nape, rubbing away a muscle twinge as he glances back at him. )
Finn. Yeah, sure. Grab a seat.