when I look at the stars I feel like myself

[He laughed under his breath and craned his head to look at McCoy,] That was... bad. But I... think I'll just take it as a compliment. [It'd work, either way. He was too sleepy to argue. As penance, though, he dropped his feet into McCoy's lap. Bastard deserved to be the other half of his pillow if he was going to be all retarded about him being a woman.] Seriously... wake me up in ten and I can... go back to my cabin. I don't want to put you out. [Sleepily,] Thank you for... tolerating this though. I'm sorry. Both of you, uh, I mean. [Just so Jim didn't think he was being... weird about Dr. McCoy. It was awkward enough without that added issue.]