He frowns, not sure what the hell's happening. At first, he just feels a set of hands on his hips and he closes his eyes, moves back into the touch. That's sort of what this is about, right? His lips fall forward momentarily, but when he tips his head back and opens his eyes, the room goes dizzy for a second because he recognizes who he finds behind him.

He should have recognized the touch, but he's been an idiot, hasn't he? The guy in front of them leaves and then they're alone, and for a moment, McCoy just stops moving. He can't move. He's just still.

"Jim?" he gets out, raspy, and barely above the music.