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“Don’t worry, Spock. It happens to all men occasionally.”
“But I could not love you as I wished.”
“Let’s cuddle, instead. Just as long as we‘re together, right? There. Isn’t that cozy?”
“I am sorry.”
“Are you under some stress?”
“When am I not?!”
“There has to be something else. Is something bothering you?”
“I miss Fred.”
“Me, too. So does Minthe.”
“Why can they not coexist? Why must they fight?”
“If I knew the answer to that, Spock, I would be wise indeed.”
“They cannot live together, yet cannot live apart.”
McCoy smiled indulgently. “Like some people I know.”