"No, we call him Bones because he's the medic and because he likes to talk in metaphors. When I met him, he told me all he had to his name was his bones." Jim shrugs. "Also, he's the best damn doctor in the fleet, and if I piss him off too bad, he can fuck with my shots. No thanks."

There is a line to not cross with McCoy, and it is a line Jim learned all too well when they shared a dorm at the Academy.

"Again, you mean." Jim corrects, because they met at the party when Verity about bit his head off over the chau eating thing. "She wanted to what you? Naw, man. Verity's a good gal. She don't yell at anyone, cept Clint and Amelia. And me the one time. And you at Halloween I guess." Huh. That's a lot more than he thought.

"Well, uh...loooong story short. We'd been hanging out a lot. Like, a lot a lot. I didn't wanna screw up a friendship with her by coming onto her, but I kept getting real mixed signals from her. So I find out I'm related to Clint. Like, for real i'm a version of his bloodline descendant. And we adopted Verity cuz she was already taking care of us when we found out, and because..well..she needed a home as bad as we did."

It's a good thing Ver isn't there. Because that's not entirely the truth. But it's close enough to keep the conversation friendly and not to dig up anything Jim doesn't want to talk about.