[He would know. It isn't a good time if Jim Kirk hasn't been beaten, burned, stabbed, shot or any combination of the above. Regen units work for quite a bit of things, but that's only when you use them and his body is a map of scars from things he didn't have the chance to fix or didn't think important enough to bother with. He's seen enough doctors, usually from his own reckless stunts to spot the good ones from the bad, and maybe that's why he latched on to Bones in the first place. Because the man was a damn brilliant doctor, and while he still complained the entire time, he still patched Jim up at two am because he broke his nose again in a bar fight or cracked a rib during hand to hand practice.
That part isn't going in the proposal either. I need a good doctor because I'm good at breaking myself. And being a doctor really isn't the meat and potatoes of the reasons why Jim has latched on to him like a spider monkey. It's like a nice salad on the side. Something he needs but doesn't always want. The downside to be a reckless adrenaline junkie dating a doctor is that it's hard to lie to his partner when something's wrong.
He's very aware of the fact that this conversation has spiraled out of his control. All because his mom made a comment and it was like kickstarting the engine while forgetting to fix the brakes. It's definitely her fault this happened. So see if he gets her anything for her birthday. Or gives her a son-in-law clearly. Say goodbye to the dream of grandchildren from him. But that's what Sam was for, the wholesome family and continuing the Kirk name and Jim was good at making explosions so people would always pay attention to them.]
I wouldn't really call that a discussion. And I don't see you giving any ideas except for maybe 'don't piss off the admirals, Jim' because that's something I'm good at.
[Or maybe he's more like a dog with a bone and just drop it, Jim drop it. But he can't. Because he doesn't just let things go, and he doesn't know how to talk about something without starting a fight.]
How do you feel about space piracy? You'd still be stuck with me for life except because of felony criminal charges instead of a ring and a panic attack. We could even put an eyepatch on the Vulcan.
don't threaten me with a good time
[He would know. It isn't a good time if Jim Kirk hasn't been beaten, burned, stabbed, shot or any combination of the above. Regen units work for quite a bit of things, but that's only when you use them and his body is a map of scars from things he didn't have the chance to fix or didn't think important enough to bother with. He's seen enough doctors, usually from his own reckless stunts to spot the good ones from the bad, and maybe that's why he latched on to Bones in the first place. Because the man was a damn brilliant doctor, and while he still complained the entire time, he still patched Jim up at two am because he broke his nose again in a bar fight or cracked a rib during hand to hand practice.
That part isn't going in the proposal either. I need a good doctor because I'm good at breaking myself. And being a doctor really isn't the meat and potatoes of the reasons why Jim has latched on to him like a spider monkey. It's like a nice salad on the side. Something he needs but doesn't always want. The downside to be a reckless adrenaline junkie dating a doctor is that it's hard to lie to his partner when something's wrong.
He's very aware of the fact that this conversation has spiraled out of his control. All because his mom made a comment and it was like kickstarting the engine while forgetting to fix the brakes. It's definitely her fault this happened. So see if he gets her anything for her birthday. Or gives her a son-in-law clearly. Say goodbye to the dream of grandchildren from him. But that's what Sam was for, the wholesome family and continuing the Kirk name and Jim was good at making explosions so people would always pay attention to them.]
I wouldn't really call that a discussion. And I don't see you giving any ideas except for maybe 'don't piss off the admirals, Jim' because that's something I'm good at.
[Or maybe he's more like a dog with a bone and just drop it, Jim drop it. But he can't. Because he doesn't just let things go, and he doesn't know how to talk about something without starting a fight.]
How do you feel about space piracy? You'd still be stuck with me for life except because of felony criminal charges instead of a ring and a panic attack. We could even put an eyepatch on the Vulcan.