Two men sat shoulder to shoulder outside Starfleet Medical waiting for news on a third; one wore blue, one wore gold and neither spoke.

The younger, the man in blue, sat rigidly, his arms crossed tightly over his chest, his jaw working furiously and his eyes -- his eyes -- sending Pike a death glare every so often: "You know you're not the only one who cares about Kirk," Pike finally says into the silence.

It's a long moment before McCoy finally answers gruffly, "Yeah, I know."