( The hours after returning from a mission are always busy. Even as the mood is low and the pace frantic, the ritual and routine are the same for Leonard, a retreat into the familiar; grounding himself in work, in the way each crew member crossing his orbit is a connection restored to him with every mended wound, every departure from the infirmary made on steady feet.
In the later hours as things have settled, it's the quiet that betrays Blue: McCoy hears a cup rattling softly against the cart beside his bed, the soft tinkle of crushed ice, the gentle clatter of a spoon. )
Hey, ( he begins softly, tucking his datapad beneath his sling, toeing a stool to the Mu's bedside, ) Something on your mind?
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In the later hours as things have settled, it's the quiet that betrays Blue: McCoy hears a cup rattling softly against the cart beside his bed, the soft tinkle of crushed ice, the gentle clatter of a spoon. )
Hey, ( he begins softly, tucking his datapad beneath his sling, toeing a stool to the Mu's bedside, ) Something on your mind?