( In the days since McCoy lost and regained his memories, the guilt of lashing out has eaten away at him. Yujin only acted out of kindness, and Leonard had thrown it back in his face.
The return to the station follows a familiar routine, the drift of orbers toward rooms and rest, kitchen and food, or the infirmary and healing. Few, if any, seem to be in need of the last option – for mercy much thanks – just bruises needing tending, or a salve or two for the odd muscle ache. With those in need since taken care of, he turns to find the man he's looking for before he can leave. )
Doctor Mikotoba.
( Squaring his shoulders, McCoy takes a breath, and drops into a deeply respectful bow, hands at his sides, eyes on the floor. )
I regret my actions toward you on the other Ximilia. They were thoughtless, cruel, and inexcusable, and it will not happen again. Please forgive me.
[Yujin wouldn't be a professional if he couldn't navigate a little awkwardness at work. Even so, the dynamic in the infirmary as they get back to station routine is... awkward, understated. What's important for the sake of all the orbers is keeping the peace, not his own feelings. If the apology is coming, he reasons, he'll accept it; if it isn't, well, it'll show him the kind of man Dr. McCoy really is.
Not to say he's not greatly relieved when the man meets him with a deep bow and an apology. A sincere one.
But it's also very Japanese, which is a little less than expected. Somebody gave him advice. There's a moment where Yujin hesitates, mulling that over-- McCoy going the extra mile on this is as powerful a statement on his character as any-- but from the obvious, it's not immediately obvious whether he'll accept the sentiment.]
...It's all right. The orbs had affected you, Dr. McCoy It would be remiss of me, Dr. McCoy, to place all the blame on your head.
[And then he bows in return, a slight smile on his face.]
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The return to the station follows a familiar routine, the drift of orbers toward rooms and rest, kitchen and food, or the infirmary and healing. Few, if any, seem to be in need of the last option – for mercy much thanks – just bruises needing tending, or a salve or two for the odd muscle ache. With those in need since taken care of, he turns to find the man he's looking for before he can leave. )
Doctor Mikotoba.
( Squaring his shoulders, McCoy takes a breath, and drops into a deeply respectful bow, hands at his sides, eyes on the floor. )
I regret my actions toward you on the other Ximilia. They were thoughtless, cruel, and inexcusable, and it will not happen again. Please forgive me.
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Not to say he's not greatly relieved when the man meets him with a deep bow and an apology. A sincere one.
But it's also very Japanese, which is a little less than expected. Somebody gave him advice. There's a moment where Yujin hesitates, mulling that over-- McCoy going the extra mile on this is as powerful a statement on his character as any-- but from the obvious, it's not immediately obvious whether he'll accept the sentiment.]
...It's all right. The orbs had affected you, Dr. McCoy It would be remiss of me, Dr. McCoy, to place all the blame on your head.
[And then he bows in return, a slight smile on his face.]
I'm sorry to have doubted you, even a little.