Jim did not feel like seeing anyone.

“Computer, identify visitor.”

“Leonard McCoy, Chief Medical Officer.”

He groaned. Just what he needed. He wanted to ignore Bones, but an ignored Bones was an even crankier Bones.

“Open.”

“Jim—“Bones started as soon as the door swished open to allow his entry.

Jim held up his hands. “Don’t start. Not in the mood.”

“You do look like hell, Jim. What’s wrong?”

“I’m an idiot.”

Bones smirked. “Yes that I know.”

“Shut up.” Jim smiled in spite of the fact he really didn’t feel like smiling.

“Let me guess. Spock?”

“No. Me.”