mccoy in his very old age with spock by his side, sipping sweet iced tea on the porch of mccoy’s old family home in georgia

spock looks up at the night sky, at the vast expanse of stars that they used to explore together and feels a slight pang of longing

then mccoy’s hand reaches for his, fragile but warm and steady as ever, and spock decides he’s content to merely gaze at the stars in the sky because the brightest one of all is right next to him.