[Steve smiled down at James, reveling in the way the man's finger moved over his knuckles. It was . . . shit. It felt like he was loved. He'd always have a weakness for the little things, the stuff someone did without thinking. Like holding his hand and stroking his knuckles. James didn't have to make big, sweeping gestures or spout poetry at him. He could just . . . hold his hand.]


Could be sexy. The eye patch. I knew a Jim on the island, and his McCoy, though I wouldn't say I knew either of them all that well. I know this Jim a little better. But I know you most, and I like it that way. It seemed like a good guess about who you'd be friends with back home though. Tell me something else? Anything you feel like sharing.