"It's the greatest ship ever built." His voice cracks, and he tells himself it's because he's been speaking for probably days now and he's thirsty and his throat is probably bleeding and Bones will kill him, goddamit, Jim – A tear leaks out of the corner of his eye. "I want to go home." He whispers.

"Something about this time of year had always gotten to Jim. And for the life of him, McCoy couldn't figure out why." Jim hasn't been acting like himself, and the crew is worried. - crew friendship. Rated for some minor language.