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[punch_it]

It was real funny how time just...kept on going. Moving. Even when you were still trying to grasp on to a feeling from a moment that defined you.

From her spot in the tea shop, Jane watched the residents of Yorktown pass by a large window, fingers drumming against the porcelain of the cup before her. Tea in deference to the preferences of her overly punctual companion.

Tea because she was done drinking away her larger problems.

This was totally not a date.

It was a meeting between two friends who haven't properly talked since her birthday a month ago, if that counted as talking. There weren't many words said. She was still getting used to civilian clothes again and had aimed for casual, but might have missed the bar. The dress was a little too snug.

This totally wasn't a date.

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[leonard_horatio_mccoy]

Leonard chuckles at that. "Truth be told, I'm already missin'ya. But I know I'll always have that 'best friend' slot in your life, so I'm not overly worried that Spock will take you completely away from me."

Too much Leo, that was revealing too much. He knew it was going to happen eventually though.

[punch_it]

"Oh my God, we're going to the grave together, stop being so sentimental. Nothing's going to change that." Jane huffs. "Nothing. Except maybe if you're withholding the liquor for a good reason."

Come on, Bones. Cough up the goods.

[leonard_horatio_mccoy]

He's silent for a moment...

"But are ya happy? I need to hear it from you."