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“You two,” Leonard says, pointing with his hypospray to Spock, then Jim, “are the worst. Being with you is too damn hard.”
“Aw, c’mon, Bones!” Jim throws an arm around his friend’s shoulder, steering him back towards the Galileo. “Don’t be such a spoilsport.” He pulls the shuttle door open, and nudges his companions inside. Spock slides into the pilot’s chair, Jim sitting beside him and Leonard buckling himself into the back seat.
“Hard not to be when I’m stuck being the third wheel,” the doctor gripes. Spock raises an eyebrow.
“‘Third wheel,’ doctor?”
“You know exactly what I mean.” He says. The promise of a smile tugs at Spock’s lips, and Jim grins.