"Cheers to that." McCoy holds out his glass.

Kirk clinks glasses gently then savors the taste.

"But rough—if you felt more...?"

He shrugs. "Given that I, too, wanted to bitch about Spock and his sudden need to purge anything emotional, it was easier to just be friends with her. She was safe—knew the players but wasn't part of Command."

"Did you two vent about me?"

Kirk doesn't answer immediately, then looks over the glass at his friend—his friend who wasn't around when he needed him. "If we did, she wasn't the one doing most of the talking."