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[leftwithmybones]

He's not sure when the hell it happened, but somewhere along the way, McCoy got so involved in his projects and Auggie and the Council and the goddamn tribbles that he stopped caring about other things. The first thing to go was the time with Jim, which he hates. The second thing is some of his shifts, which he hates.

And the third thing? The third thing is his hair. He's let it grow and grow and whereas it used to curl around his ears and that didn't matter so much, now that it's managed to grow to his shoulders and makes him look like a goddamn hippie, he cares. He has to tie it up in a ponytail just to keep it out of his face and he feels like he's sixteen and rebelling again. He doesn't have time to cope with it, so he knots it up haphazardly as he gets ready for the day while scraping his palm over his cheek's stubble, groaning when he realizes he's one long leap away from a goddamn trip to the desert for Burning Man.

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[chasedthestars]

"It won't be in your eyes," Jim promises, leaning over to kiss his cheek. "Stop frowning. You're undoing all my hard work."

[leftwithmybones]

"I'm not frowning, it's hair concern," he mumbles, but he makes an effort to let the worry fade away and the bliss take over, grinning as he leans into Jim's warmth, sighing when he wants more of it. "Not too long, though, that's the whole point of the cut."