"Yeah," he breathes out in relief, happy that they're on the same page when it comes to this, even if he's not entirely sure what happens when they leave the bar, but he thinks it's high past time he got out of there. He finishes his drink and leaves the money with a sizable tip for the bartender, scrubbing his face with a hand as he leaves the bar, standing outside in the cold air and wishing, for the first time in years, for a cigarette.

He glances for Jim over his shoulder, waiting for him to come outside. And when he does, McCoy does his best not to stare, but he's a little past happy drunk and sliding into maudlin, now. "You okay?"