For a fraction of a moment, Kirk thought about letting his hand go. Letting Bones sit down and turning back to the movie and cuddling up to him. He thought for just a moment about abandoning his current course and just letting them be. Not for the first time he considered that he might be pushing Bones a bit much, just that fraction to far. He harbored the secret belief that it would be the smallest thing that finally pushed Bones over the edge.

He considered all of this, and then remember Bones had agreed to go on a road trip with him, and the concerns vanished.

The song on the channel switched and slowed, the voice crooning now, the tune wavering and slow. Kirk brought Bones into the clear space between the beds and the tv, stepping in and directing Bones to wrap his arms around Kirk's waist. Kirk returned the favor by wrapping his own arms around his shoulders.

"I'm not going to ask you to dance the jive right out the gate," he chuckled, starting to sway. "We are on vacation, as you said."