"Alright, my shift's nearly done." McCoy answered, pausing when she began fidgeting with her shirt. He leaned back against the cabinet as she spoke, crossing his arms against his chest. He figured as much, or at least that she was making an effort not to see whoever it was she saw when she looked at him now.

"I know." He answered after a pause, eyes on hers. "I also know it's not that simple, even if you realize rationally those men aren't us." He sighed, running a hand through his hair. "Hell I'm terrible at this, listen Shego, you're a good woman and a damned decent friend. If you need space or not to look at me while those memories clear out I'll give that, no questions asked. If you need to talk or decide to go off and break a knuckle destroying another punching bag I'm here for that as well."

He pushed from the cabinet, shaking his head. "Lord, listen to me. I need that damned drink." He groused, picking up his PADD and looking over the Infirmary to see if there was anything he needed to do before departing.