McCoy quiets as he takes his time fixing the wound, not satisfied until it's fully and absolutely patched up. When it is, he feels the bout of awkwardness wash over him. He clears his throat and manages a brief smile. "So, what's out there that did this to you? Dino, you said?"
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Date: 2011-06-29 09:23 pm (UTC)