"What, rushing around feeding you and making sure you didn't get into fights? How the hell was it different than a normal week?" he tries to joke, but now that Jim's grown again, he knows all too well how much energy McCoy expended doing that, because he couldn't let him go out there alone.

He slides a hand up his back, both for the warmth and to hold on. "Hey, come to the bedroom, I got something to show you."