[For Jean]

[leftwithmybones]

McCoy is trying to think of anything except 'the last time you tried this, things ended up in a terrible disaster on the proportions of ruining your life'. That really wouldn't behoove anything good. So, instead of dwelling on that, he's turned his attention to cooking greens and as close as he gets to steak on an open-fire, grill made of random pieces of metal lying around.

He's not in anything too fancy. A pair of jeans and a short-sleeved t-shirt, sitting around outside his hut and drinking beer, just waiting for her to show up.

Maybe he's gone too far in the direction of casual, but it beats being too anxious and eager about something that he's not exactly sure how to define yet. And yeah, that voice in his head crowing on about how he's a fuck-up isn't exactly a welcome presence at that moment. So he'll take it slow and easy, one thing at a time.

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[leftwithmybones]

"It's not like you saw many pets, where I worked," McCoy admits as he gets a little more comfortable, like every passing moment brings that to them in their conversation. "I wouldn't feel right seeing them in space, anyway. Space is barely meant for humans, never mind pets."

[risesagain]

"You've got that right. All of the times I've been in space it never ended well."

There is a level of knowingness to what she says. Space was where the Phoenix found her, where she and Logan nearly died. Where parts of her life were destroyed bits at a time. "I thought you worked in space? Or did I get that wrong?"

[leftwithmybones]

"I worked on a ship, up in space," he admitted, but that wasn't the whole truth. "I mean, I went up there because I barely had anywhere else to go, but I went up there because Jim did. When I was a mess, what I had nothing left, he became my best friend and I wasn't about to let him romp around the universe without a good doctor to patch him up."

[risesagain]

"That's kind of sweet." It really was. It wasn't every day that you heard about people who followed others to save their behinds. Of course Jean had done it multiple times, but she knew that her life was not the norm.

"Maybe not the whole part where you had no where else to go, but the other part of it. That's nice."

[leftwithmybones]

"Hell, he was my only friend. It's pretty desperate," McCoy admits, setting aside his plate when there's nothing left to be eaten. "I like to think at least there was something not so self-serving in there. Makes me feel better, at least."