McCoy was deeply disturbed by that offer of physical comfort from the other man. Deeply disturbed or oddly touched, in someway. Through his drink-addled brain, it did not really matter at the moment; he only hoped that it would not further disintegrate into him and Jim telling each other that they loved each other, man and make it awkward in the morning. It was like the Ole Miss all over again.

"You're so drunk." He replied with an arched eyebrow and rolled his eyes at the sigh that followed him Jim, "Turning off your tablet will be a start. Stop drinking this delicious crap," he shook the bottle of Romulan ale at the Captain and rubbed his face with his other hand, "and things'll fall into place, Jim."

He paused and added: "Unless you have some elderly Vulcan bastard on your shoulder giving you tips."