"I built it for Spock," Jim mumbles. "To make him happy. You'd think that'd be hard to do, but it wasn't. I loved making him happy." Sighing, Jim pushes his nose into Bones' throat, but it doesn't make him any steadier on his feet. "Maybe I'm not supposed to live there now. But it'd be a lot better if you were there, too."

Jim pauses with a sudden thought, accidentally halting their movement. "Won't it be far for your shifts?"