Holy hell, it's like stepping into a hurricane if the eye of it was filled with cool, logical disdain. He nearly takes a step back out onto the porch to try and get his courage up for this conversation, but he just tells himself that it's like dealing with the cat in a good and bad mood all at once. "Jim, you wanna take a breath for me, there?" he suggests, a little worried he might go red and pass out trying to advance McCoy's career.

He turns a rueful smirk on Spock, next, shaking his head. "Son of a bitch, it's like no time's passed at all." There's some fondness in his tone, though. You aren't roommates with a man for as long as McCoy had lived with Spock without feeling that friendship develop. "I'm still sharp on the research side of things, but I could use a little more hands on practice. Then again, some people always did say my bedside manner left something to be desired," he notes pointedly in Jim's direction.