[Quarters - convo with George]

[letspunchit]

Chris and George were curled up together on the bed in their quarters. Winnie was gone to meet with Doctor McCoy, and in her absence Chris was reading one of the old novels he had stored on a PADD (but, truthfully, not able to concentrate much on it) and George was half-dozing, under strict orders to rest. He didn't look as bad as he had even a few

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[kirk_george]

George slowly stirred, and rolled over very carefully. Not as carefully as he'd had to be even a couple days ago but...parts were still tender. He'd been letting his mind go silent, just replaying the bits from his coma he remembered over and over again.

"Mmm. Hi handsome."

[letspunchit]

Chris laid the PADD down on his stomach and looked over, touching George's arm and then readjusting the blanket over him a bit as George gingerly repositioned himself. "Hey yourself." He smiled. "Good rest?"

[kirk_george]

"With you here? Always," George smiled goofily, as he remembered how many times he'd used that phrase in the past, back at the Academy. "This feels awfully familiar." So many memories of them curled up on a bed both before and after Winnie had moved in with them, one of them injured, or sick and the other keeping an eye on them. He pressed a kiss to Chris' hand. "Love you."

[letspunchit]

"Love you, too," Chris replied fondly. After so long without it, he couldn't hear George say that enough. "And yeah, it does - stick a few photo collages up on the walls, some dirty boots lying around and maps on the ceiling, could almost be our old dorm room. Times three in floor space."