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★ Dr. Leonard McCoy ★ Kelvin & TOS Influences ★ Loved By Mel
Welcome to THE MEDBAY! This is an Independent Dr. Leonard Horatio McCoy blog! His portrayal are a healthy MIXTURE of the Kelvin, TOS, and my own headcanons. This blog was originally established back in January of 2017 but has been moved and rebooted here! ✧˖° → Heavily Under Construction
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So I know I haven't been on this blog, or any of my other blogs in a very long time buuuuuut my life finally stopped falling apart and I can finally sit down and be on tumblr again.
Not to mention my muse for my boy has only grown, soooo would anyone still be interested in writing with this old boy?
❛ you want me to make you some coffee? ❜ one more linda
It had been a long day, and honestly the last thing he probably needed was a cup of coffee.. but there was still so much work to be done and they were the only two who could get it done. ( Okay, maybe that bit isn't entirely true, but that was what he was going to go with if they were asked. Not that anyone would be. )
"Only if it ain't any trouble Darlin', I'd hate to see you go out of yer way for little ol' me." He glanced up from the mountain of paperwork that he was attempting to bring SOME sense of organization to in the clinic. Leonard had made it a bit of a life mission to get the entire clinic's files organized and secured in a safe and easy to access location, which wasn't exactly the easiest thing to do considering most of their clients had secret identities or aliments they don't need everyone knowing.
Leonard stretched back in the rolling chair a bit, his arms reaching out towards the ceiling as far as they would absolutely go. ( A groan definitely escaping in the process, but what did you want from the guy? He was getting a tad older.) It was definitely time for a break, and his back was determined to make sure he knew.
"You sure I can't WOO you into calling it an early night and get a hot bath in while I finish up here?" He knew it was a long shot, the two of them had always been a 'Do it together or not at all' kind of couple, but he couldn't help but worry about her needing to get off her feet a little more now that she was decently in her second trimester.
❝ maybe i felt like seeing my favorite surgeon in the whole universe, ❞ Jim starts, which probably makes him seem even more suspicious than he already comes off. to personally come down here for him is RARE. Bones is in for a surprise to find out that the captain is indeed here for actual BUSINESS. miracles do happen. ❝ can’t that be true ? ❞
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"Uh-huh, you just FELT like coming all the way down here to what? GOSSIP?" Not that he was AGAINST gossiping, HELL if anyone knew him at all they knew that he was one of the biggest gossipers on the ship. Leonard just knew how rare it was for Jim to come WANDERIN' in to the medbay without being dragged in by force.
"Now you gonna tell me what really brings ya down here?"
" agreed. " nyota releases a pent up sigh, turning in her seat to face mccoy. this was not her idea of enjoying the little time they had shore side. " you'd think a room full of people who explored space would have something more substantial to say. ---you suggesting an escape route, doctor ? "
"My thoughts EXACTLY! Like honestly how do they not have ANYTHING better to talk about then literally every last BORING bit of their jobs? Like I don't even like space and I can think of better things to talk about then any of these dried up prunes." there was no stopping the dramatic sigh, but it quickly melted away into a smirk. "Well you see, i was thinking we could show some of these old geesers how to have a little fun, whatcha say?" Leonard straightened himself up a bit, and held out his hand to her like the TRUE SOUTHERN gentleman he was.
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She didn't know him , and that alone puts Cherri on high alert. She analyzes by the way he's studying her that he must be the ships doctor , what an unfortunate series of events. Doctors always pried where they weren't supposed to. ( one could say Cherri had mixed feelings ) , she moves back as soon as she could , looking utterly offended at the way he examined her without consent.
" I was tryin' to figure out where this thing went. " she says , an obvious lie , a piece of shrapnel is pulled out of her pocket ( it was nothing , a piece of junk ;; garbage ) " is that everything ? I got stuff ta' do. " She means exploring what this place had to offer.
Leonard had never been KNOWN for his bedside manner, and he doubted that it was ever really going to change. He liked to think it came with the territory, having to chase after Jim most of the time ti became a habit to start treating all of the other patients he came across in a similar manner.
"Sorry sorry, I didn't mean to be all FORCEFUL with ya, old habits die yard ha know?" Glancing down at his tricorder one final time before looking up at her. "Yer blood sugars are looking a little low, so you might wanna get something in ya soon and whatever crap you are trying to pull maybe knock it the hell off?"
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That was the understatement, calling today as one hell of a bad day. A quiet protest despite her own answer, some vagueness that today had been a really bad day. BLOOD ⸻ a lot of blood and her first instinct had ben to say that it had been someone else's but she's back aboard the Enterprise looking at Leonard Mccoy, and what a sight he was in.
Worried lines, every part of his face that could worry. He was a book left open, with the page left in big text that she couldn't miss, he was concerned and she wonders if he's even trying to school that expression. It calls to question what state she had been in, there's a dullness to her side and abdomen, a pieced together memory with haze that the blood wasn't her patient's her own.
Why would she have been bleeding ⸻ SHHH SSHHHH, her lip purse together tightly and does quiet her thought, her worry about the rest of the away team as well as the SOMEONE SHE HAD BEEN HELPING. His voice bears a stressed tone, feelings that she doesn't think she is just wanting to hear. It's not unknown to her that they care for each other to great degrees; their friendship one of the most cherished things and that, at least, is known to be mutual.
have you told them lately? ⸺ WHAT? ⸺ that you love them? ⸺ ACTUALLY I HAVEN'T TOLD HIM
Handlin' the person you were lookin' after ⸻ That's not right, is it? Things are starting to come to her, and she can't actually remember a single reading during her exam. There should be stats, something coming up unless she really had suffered a massive enough trauma that she's experiencing dissociative amnesia but that doesn't feel right. Her hand squeezes against Leonard's, grasping as Linda pushes herself to process.
ONLY YOU CAN APOLOGIZE FOR GETTING HURT ⸻ There is some relief that she watches release, slacking of his shoulders and she breathes herself. Reaching with her other hand, to grasp his hand already in her other. Stroking her thumb over his knuckles, and she keeps up with just breathing; trying to soothe his worries more than her own. ❝ I am so sorry for scaring you. ❞ She adds once more, looking up to his eyes and trying to offer a smile. SEE, SHE WAS OKAY NOW.
what was his name? ⸺ LEONARD MCCOY ⸺ i will make sure someone apologizes to him
OH, it's coming together to her now. The conversation she had been having with the man, in the room, and the two women knew what was going to happen. Linda start to recall the compulsion to set down the instruments used for examination. ❝ The Captain and Commander, uh, they figured it out right? ⸺ I, uh, I don't think there actually was a patient, it was all just a ruse, we all were- I was the distraction, and, uh, they had suggestive or telepathic capa ⸺ ❞ She trails off, not to worry him with trying to stress herself out of the details.
It was her blood, no one had been hurt until she had been hurt first. Linda nods her head, and they both know that she could rest in quarters. Only one hand releases from holding his, the other staying firmly grasped Leonard's, so she can press her fingers to her abdomen. Apply pressure and feel through the gown, there's a soft wince but she was sure that Leonard did everything that needed to be done to repair what memory now serves as multiple stab wound; cold, sharp, it was metal but what and that's where the the pieces were being worked out; the compulsion sensation to forget what happened to her.
SO I CAN MAKE SURE ⸻ ❝ Okay, and you'll be sure to try to rest some tonight at least? ❞ He seemed really concerned this whole ordeal, and it's more than him being a doctor that stood out past most; he's her friend and she won't argue with him about her getting additional care or monitoring, if it soothes his worry.
He doesn't bother trying to tell her that there wasn't ANY point in worrying about the mission that she had ORIGINALLY been on, and that she should be FOCUSING instead on herself. "Yeah Jim and Spock have the whole thing UNDER CONTROL, and I'm sure by the time you are back on yer feet the whole thing will be ALL SETTLED."
Leonard notices that she keeps ONE HAND still firmly placed in his own. The continued contact was doing wonders to calm him down and it really did feel like he was able to actually THINK CLEARLY for the first time since she was BEAMED aboard the ship. Again with her worrying about him getting rest even though she was the one in the MEDICAL BED.
"Oh what you don't think that's my plan? Yer gonna scoot over and the two of us are gonna get some real BEAUTY SLEEP right here." Jokes were always his go to when it came to people he cared about, it was EASIER this way, made the whole thing more MANAGEABLE.
Though the longer he looked at her, the more he couldn't SHAKE AWAY the underlining CAUSE of all of the stress and worry. Deep down Leonard knew that he was reaching a BREAKING POINT with his ability to deny that he was in love with her, not to mention any reason he had to NOT tell her how he felt was all but DISAPPEARING after watching her get uncomfortably too close to dying.
Memories of Jim's cold dead body sitting on his exam table flash through his mind..
Though he QUICKLY shook them away, focusing back on LINDA. "Oh Lin.. what am I gonna do with ya?" the question falls from his lips soft and gentle, it had been more for himself than her anyways. He had been staring down at their hands when he said it, trying to decide if he was going to let a MOMENT slip by.
The decision was made in SECONDS..
Leonard took her hand that he had been HOLDING in his own and carefully brought it up to his lips. Carefully he kissed each and every knuckle, only resting on each one for a few SECONDS at a time. "If you are gonna go making a habit of giving me heart attacks.. well there is something you ought to know.." his voice was soft, only loud enough to be heard by heard in the QUIET of the medbay. (He was relieved that everyone else was BUSY with the mission.)
He finally DARED a glance up, green eyes meeting green eyes. "I love ya Lin.. and I'm talking more than just a best friend, I'm talking I wanna spend the rest of my life with you by my side sort of way.. and I know romance ain't something you are looking for.. and all I have is my word and I don't expect ya to return my feelings or anything like that.. but..I just.. I wouldn't be able to live with myself if something were to happen to you and I never told you..so.." He didn't really know how to END this conversation, and he knew that he was DANGEROUSLY close to babbling.
He forced a breath of air out, before shaking his head a bit. "No need to say anything now.. I just.. like I said needed to say it, and I would of waited ta get ya down to the floor but.. well with your injuries, it's better if ya stay up in bed and I just didn't want to wait." It sounded lame and he knew it, (He could practically hear Clint making fun of him for it all.) but there was no going back now.
"I'll leave ya alone for a little while.." he moved to get up, his hands moving to let go of her hand and get up from the edge of the bed he had at some point PERCHED himself at.
✧˖° → Exercise Routines
Leonard for as long as he can remember has always had an exercise routine of some sort, though it had changed over the years. When he was a child, he was a hyper boy and his parents often looked for an outlet for his energy. Helping out on the farm tended to be the way to go, but doing all that manual labor, one needed to be in a state of relatively fit. So each member of his family took it upon themselves to teach Leonard a different way to stretch out, and get a proper exercise in.
Now at the age of forty and given that things aren’t hectic on the Enterprise, he manages to do a full two hour workout about four times a week. He will more often than not switch up his routine, in order to keep things fresh and make sure that all of his body is getting a proper work out. Leonard is determined to live to be as old of a man as he can possibly get, and he knows keeping himself relatively fit it is the way to go.
Some of his normal routine include at least three miles on the treadmill, though he often goes for longer. Every morning Leonard tries to do yoga. Yoga is something he has done ever since he was five years old. His grandmother was the one to teach him, finding it a good way to make sure that he is not only properly stretched out, but to help him find a way to balance himself. Over the years Leonard has become rather good and as a result he is rather flexible.
When Leonard and Clint ( @oceansfirst ) decided to go sober together, the two began a new morning routine where the two of them would get together and do yoga. It wasn't any sort of special routine or anything like that, it was more so that the two were able to get together and spend time just the two of them and touch base with one another as not only sobriety buddies, but brothers.
A few other exercises that Leonard has been know to add to his routine his pole dancing, lifting weights, jumping jacks, cycling, and various others. Exercising has always been one of the best ways to clear his mind. Which is often needed with his stressful job as a chief medical officer.
how inquisitive the captain is both a blessing & a curse sometimes, & this proves to be one of those instances where he cannot decide which it is. the sharpness of the doctor’s comments, the sassy remarks, the way he moves . . .
it’s all a coping mechanism, Jim supposes, for him to try to deal with the post stress of what he unintentionally put him through. he owes the man before him HIS LIFE. there are no words that would be enough for how grateful he is for the other.
his first comment almost makes him laugh, however how intensely he watches his chief medical officer keeps his expression straight. he feels bad . . . because he doesn’t mean to put the crew through death scares.
& somehow the captain is a MAGNET for such events.
❝ i really pissed you off this time, didn’t i ? ❞ he asks with a low tone though he doesn’t need him to answer it. it’s why he doesn’t skip a beat while receiving the warm cup of coffee. ❝ don’t worry, ❞ the captain stars, gaze cast on the coffee.
❝ i’m not leaving before your tests are done running. ❞ he takes a sip just so he can hide away the subtle smirk coming over him. he knows Bones too well. ❝ i don’t know about fungi but it seems like you should be inhaling SOMETHING to calm down. i really am fine. ❞
it is rather silly that he assures the man who has more information about his body’s current status than himself or anyone in the universe. there he is anyway, trying to offer comfort in a cautious manner. ❝ we’re on course to starbase 12. i’ll have all our suits checked out and repaired if necessary, so this doesn’t happen again. good ? ❞
Leonard had NO IDEA when he had become so PREDICTABLE but he supposed he really couldn't complain if it mean that just this once Jim was actually going to SIT STILL while doubled checked that really everything was back to normal. He had grown rather accustomed to having to chase the captain through the corridors of the ship screaming along the way in order to ever actually ensure that Jim actually got the medical care he needed some days.
He should hate it.. but he doesn't... It was their thing.
Jim ran HEADSTRONG into the great unknown and Leonard went CHASING after him.. It was the way of things in the same way THE EARTH.. rotated around THE SUN.
"Since when are you so COOPERATIVE?" A stupid thing to ask, why look a gift horse in the mouth? Leonard may never know. Yet there he was doing it all the same. He had half a mind to add about 3 more tests to the list that were already running, just on the off chance that Jim wasn't really feeling like himself after all.
Another forced breath out his nostrils before shaking his head a bit. "Yeah we are, Spock says we should be there soon enough." reaching for his PADD, he began to look over a few of the blood tests, finding himself SQUINTING at the numbers as if there was someway for him to MISS something. (There wasn't.)
"You really sure yer feeling alright?" GREEN eyes flickered up to meet BLUE before looking back down at the PADD. "Alright, come on let's run through the basics again, When's yer birthday?"
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@thefleetsfinest -> clint gets to harass leonard now :) [cont. from here]
❝ Oh, yeah! Lots of fuckin' things. ❞ Not presently. He's forty something, getting older, and he may have aggravated an injury he's already recovering from. Okay, he had definitely aggravated it and it was red, angry, and damp. BLOOD. ⸻ That kind of puts a halt on his shift to go get that re-dressed and maybe a change of shirt.
❝ C'mon, Doc, you'd get lonely⸺ ❞ Not that there isn't plenty of people in here. Big starship, nurses and doctors. He's just typically made McCoy's problem on the account of Clint's own terrible bedside manners (as a patient). ❝ Without me poppin' in and technically, it's what I did last time. My shoulder's, uh, bleedin' and migh'va pulled it again. ❞ There's a wince, and okay, the bleeding might actually be new as he cut himself out of the sling (against Doctor's orders) and nicked himself, than put a shirt over it and went to work.
"Like hell I would!" He knows there is really NO POINT in being annoyed, yet there he was, doing it anyways. There was a deep sigh as he shook his head, he didn't even bother to try and SALVAGE Clint's shirt, instead moving to just cut the entire thing off and get it fully out of his way so he could get a GOOD look at the pilot's shoulder.
"How the hell did ya even manage this? Didn't I tell ya to be careful?!" Honestly at the rate Clint was going it was like he was trying to see how just far he could push his entire nerve system before he so thoroughly damaged it that there would be NOTHING Leonard could do to fix it.
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There's not a thought in his head as he blurts out, ❝ And what if I want this to take as long as possible? ❞ Stupidest thing he has said in the last half-hour. He hated this part, every part of being in medical bay sucked. Who wanted to be here longer? ❝ Waste your time, procrastinate mine!?! Huh?! ❞ Honestly, one of the medical team should sew his mouth shut.
There was a roll of his eyes as he just listened to Clint YAMMER on. Leonard worked fast, grabbing hold of Clint's arm fully prepared to PIN the blond if he had to. "Maybe I like just looking at YER ugly mug, makes me feel better about my wrinkles, now HOLD STILL DAMMIT!" one last good YANK on Clint's arm, while the other quickly pressing the HYPO to Clint's arm, pressing the button.
"SEE ALL DONE, was that so damn difficult?!"
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Linda had not initially been part of the away team, she had not been needed at the start of her mornings. It would not be until later in the day while she's worked from her top of priority, gotten to research work that she would be summoned.
On any other day involved would normally see Leonard being beamed down to the planet much to the Chief's grumblings. It had nothing to do with her own capability as she had been front lines and a field physician on her previous assignment. That had everything to do with the Captain's profound trust and respect for the Chief.
Contact with a people, with a civilization, had been made and it had been going well; than a few hours later the Captain had contacted the Bridge that they were offering aid, which than followed with Medical being informed that aid was needed from one of their doctor. . . . with stipulation. The culture had beliefs and law, they needed a lady doctor. Based on the fact, Linda had volunteered and was transported on planet to meet with the Captain and the First Officer.
She understood what she was there to do, what she had to keep in mind and she had told the Captain to worry not and as a doctor one of the thing most important things she needed to have was respect. That had been all been well and fine. Linda had met with the people here's doctors, offered her assistance and was brought in on a private matter.
That was when the day start to unravel, to not make as much sense or maybe her memory ⸻ what the Captain, the entire away team had stumbled into was a civilization under politic unrest and divide thinly masked and aggravated by contact that was invited.
Linda had been the unfortunate victim, the outsider doctor in the room and she had just been trying to help ⸻ that is where her memory fails. That often means trauma, shock, adrenaline; her mind working in ways to protect her. Panic had ensued, a situation that the crew of the Enterprise was not prepared for.
It could not be recalled entirely, but there was pain and blood ⸺ her patient's? She. . . . She had been trying to protect someone ⸺ so the blood ended up being her own. Attacked or a blast ⸺ something with and by what and who? ⸻ Linda starts to stir.
Awakening from unconsciousness brought on by blood loss and. . . . she knows the reasons as to why that could happen. It matters not at the present moment as her eyes are open. Greens meet Leonard, first thing that she sees even before she sees the room. A jolt, startled, as she's not where she last remembers she was.
A hand over hers, the lightest of squeeze and it helps her find focus. Heart rate is up, breathing heavy in momentarily panic. Her lip quivers before she can speak ⸻ CLINT? That's right, he had been a part of this away team and he had. . . . was there, saved her, in the panic and chaos? Thank God for Clint. What else ⸺ it didn't matter she was back on the ship in medical.
HOW YA FEELIN' LIN ⸻ He called her LIN, he's started doing that and Linda's never done nickname before. Does he realize he does that? She likes it. ⸺ REAL SCARE. She was scared too, what was she thinking but it. . . . no other option, the patient.
He called her LIN, and he's right there by her side, she was not alone. How long had he been there? It wasn't just shock making her heart race now. ❝ Le ⸺ Leonard, I, uh, mhn. ❞ She takes a breath, than tries to calm herself down. This was going down as one of the days she could go without. ❝ ⸻ like I had a really bad day, Len. ❞ Just to try it out, he did it with hers and if there was something that should be known about anything about their friendship; she'd go match for match with him.
Linda turns her hand, and lightly grasps at his hand in return. There's a over a dozen questions she has, which she doubts he would have all the answers. ❝ Everyone else, are they okay, and ⸺ and there was someone I was helping, is he? ❞ Start with that, get through the confusion and the residual panic.
❝ I'm sorry. ❞ She didn't mean to scare anyone, but than no one foresaw this. Well, maybe, someone had thought that outsiders like the crew of the Enterprise simply being here might further upset a tense situation. ❝ It was my blood, wasn't it? ❞ a pieced together thought. Least of all she had wanted to worry him.
"One HELL of a bad day I'll say..." Leonard was PATIENT as she slowly regained consciousness and got her BEARINGS. Green eyes would flicker between her own, and the monitors above her head. (SHE WAS FINE, but he couldn't stop himself from double & triple checking.) All the while he was never really able to get the WORRIED look off his face, it was the exact OPPOSITE of professional, but he couldn't really bring himself to care much.
But this was Lin..
He wasn't even remotely surprised that she managed to start FRETTIN' over others before even beginning to really think about HERSELF. ( It was one of the reasons he loved her.) "Shhh Shhhh.. Everyone is okay, and they are HANDLIN' the person you were lookin' after." He really did try to keep his own FEELINGS out of his voice, but someone had gotten DANGEROUSLY close to taking someone who mattered a whole hell of a lot away from him.
A deep breath..
"Only you can apologize for getting hurt.." he chuckled softly, some of the tension releasing just a little from his shoulders. SHE WAS OKAY. Leonard instinctively squeezed the and he had still been holding, just taking a moment to BREATHE for the first time in what felt like DAYS. ( It had only been a couple hours, but what was Dr. McCoy if not a little dramatic? )
"Yes.. it was, but we got ya all patched up, but I still wanna keep ya here overnight anyways so i can make sure it all HEALS right. " He knew damn well that she could just as easily rest in her quarters, but he couldn't really stop himself from being a LITTLE selfish and wanting to keep her close, he NEEDED to really make sure that she was in fact okay.
&. 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐛𝐞𝐚𝐫 𝐬𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬.
( dialogue prompts taken from the second season of hulu's the bear, created by christopher storer. feel free to edit and change as you seem fit. )
❛ you ever think about purpose? ❜
❛ i love you, but i do not have time for this, alright? ❜
❛ i have time for this. ❜
❛ you know what the fuck you're doing. you love this shit. it's fun for you. i don't have that. ❜
❛ i'm afraid one day, i'm gonna wake up and you guys are all just gonna just drop this ass. ❜
❛ if this shit is not fun for you, what the fuck is fun for you? ❜
❛ i'm not making the same mistakes i made last time. ❜
❛ what kind of insurance coverage do we have for people falling through the fucking wall? ❜
❛ sometimes, i look like february. ❜
❛ you want a sprite? you look kinda green. ❜
❛ can i ask you something and you can tell me to fuck off if you want? ❜
❛ chef, that's way too much acid. ❜
❛ you, uh, making a sundae? ❜
❛ that actually sounds delicious. ❜
❛ because you're the bear and i remember you. ❜
❛ i love taking care of you. and i always will. you know that? ❜
❛ i'm glad i came 'cause i get to eat this. ❜
❛ i gotta come up with three really great desserts. you got any ideas? ❜
❛ you ever made ice cream before, chef? want to? ❜
❛ it kind of tastes like a, um... minty snickers bar. ❜
❛ so how long you been a cook? ❜
❛ how’d you get good at this? ❜
❛ you can spend all the time in the world in here, but if you don't spend enough time out there... you know? ❜
❛ speaking of dead brothers, do you wanna go to a party? ❜
❛ it looks so pretty on you. you should keep it. ❜
❛ what's going on with you? i know there's something. just tell me. ❜
❛ what are you talking about, i don't give a fuck? why would you say that to me? i give like a huge fuck. ❜
❛ you're not by yourself, alright? i'm right here with you. ❜
❛ did you just throw a fork at me? ❜
❛ i think time spent doing this is time well spent. ❜
❛ never too late to start over. ❜
❛ i just want you to know... that this is really nice. ❜
❛ i'm thinking you're very, very beautiful. ❜
❛ we just don't say hello anymore? ❜
❛ you're wearing a suit? ❜
❛ uh, yeah, i wear suits now. ❜
❛ i'm sorry if i took anything out on you and if I treated you like shit. ❜
❛ i actually do think that we could fit good together. ❜
❛ i could be good at things that you don't really wanna do. and you're obviously really great at a whole bunch of stuff that I don't know how to do, you know? ❜
❛ i'm wearing a suit 'cause it makes me feel better about myself. ❜
❛ i know that you're trying. i see that you're trying. ❜
❛ you just came from a funeral? ❜
❛ yeah, a funeral of all my enemies. ❜
❛ you want me to make you some coffee? ❜
❛ i just need your focus like you need mine. ❜
❛ you good? ❜
❛ what's your relationship with your mom like? ❜
❛ alright, chef, i need you to salt that like a sidewalk. ❜
❛ looks gorgeous, chef. ❜
❛ i haven't eaten yet. ❜
❛ oh, let me make you something. ❜
❛ yeah, i can make you an omelet. ❜
❛ that wasn't like an ask out or anything, was it? ❜
❛ i'm looking really good. i 'm thinking you should start calling me chef. ❜
❛ well, i'mma keep calling you jagoff, 'cause that's what you like. ❜
❛ you deserve my full focus. ❜
❛ i guess i'm scared that i don't have what it takes to not fuck this up. ❜
❛ you're not gonna fuck it up. ❜
❛ i fuck things up all the time, like, every day. ❜
❛ you could do this without me. ❜
❛ i couldn't do it without you. i wouldn't even wanna to do it without you. ❜
❛ you make me better at this. ❜
❛ you still love to cook, right? ❜
❛ how's the wine? ❜
❛ yo. we're low on forks, chef. ❜
❛ okay, let's start firing some caviar, please. ❜
❛ i was just gonna say how special and cool and great this place is and how i'm the most proud of you ever. ❜
❛ i really appreciate you being so patient with me. ❜
❛ do i have time to go outside and scream "fuck"? ❜
❛ just don't tell them you saw me, 'cause this is embarrassing. ❜
❛ i love them so much. i don't know how to show it. ❜
❛ i don't know how to say i'm sorry. ❜
❛ i need you to say it's okay. ❜
❛ you are being so fucking weird, man. ❜
❛ i'm stuck in a goddamn refrigerator on the opening night of my fucking restaurant. ❜
❛ i failed you guys and it's not gonna happen again. ❜
❛ maybe i'm just not built for this. ❜
❛ because no amount of good is worth how terrible this feels. ❜
❛ i'm really sorry you feel that way. ❜
❛ would you shut the fuck up and get me the fuck outta here, please? ❜
❛ i don't understand why you can't just let something good happen for once in your fucking life? ❜
❛ you wanna talk to me about my fucking kid? at least i got a kid. ❜
❛ where were you when i fucking put your brother in the ground, you selfish piece of shit? ❜
❛ i fucking love you! ❜
❛ you fucking need me. ❜
❛ i just had this sudden urge to tell you that i've always had this, like, massive crush on you. ❜
❛ i love you, chef. ❜
