That feeling, that McCoy just experienced? That sudden rush of warmth through his chest and down into his stomach? The one that makes his lips curl up involuntarily and his step slow, the one that makes him watch his captain and the little girl he's holding with such a softness in his gaze that any crew at the nearby table suddenly realize why the CMO has never hit on Nurse Chapel.

It's his heart melting, again, for the second time in an hour.

He shakes it off, comes to the table and sets the tray down. There's real food for him and Jim, and a bottle for the baby.

"You've made a friend."