In a lot of ways, he didn't miss working shifts in a hospital for various reasons. One being the smell of medicine and antiseptics that just never seemed to go away. Granted it never used to matter before. Coming back to his dorm or apartment after working at Starfleet General just never really struck any notes with him other than mild annoyance and the attempt to get the smell out of his clothes, which wasn't hard with the level of technology available.
But since he started living with Jim and just being with him, he noticed it more and made a face as he smelled at his shoulder with a sigh. Not like he could get rid of it at the hospital, so he just had to wait till he got back to their shared home. An arrival that came a little early today after finishing his rounds early and no more appointments were slated. Maybe he wanted to leave early at that cause, well... the mood was a bit stifling with all of the somber activities and what each one meant to the people there.
What he hadn't expected was to open the apartment door to the smell of burning food or a sudden puff of smoke. Blinking a few times, he moved inside, dropping his things by the door as he closed it so he could hurry inside to the kitchen to see what could possibly be on fire. Only, what he found had him standing there looking a little stunned to say the least. His mouth opened a few times, trying to work out the words to say before he crossed an arm over his chest to catch his elbow while the other hand moved to cover the smile pulling at his lips.
Between the mess and the look of Jim in that ridiculous apron, it was too much and way too fucking adorable to not nearly laugh at the spectacle in fond amusement. Leaning against the wall, he arched a brow and just watched him a moment before clearing his throat. "You fought the stove and the stove won?"
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But since he started living with Jim and just being with him, he noticed it more and made a face as he smelled at his shoulder with a sigh. Not like he could get rid of it at the hospital, so he just had to wait till he got back to their shared home. An arrival that came a little early today after finishing his rounds early and no more appointments were slated. Maybe he wanted to leave early at that cause, well... the mood was a bit stifling with all of the somber activities and what each one meant to the people there.
What he hadn't expected was to open the apartment door to the smell of burning food or a sudden puff of smoke. Blinking a few times, he moved inside, dropping his things by the door as he closed it so he could hurry inside to the kitchen to see what could possibly be on fire. Only, what he found had him standing there looking a little stunned to say the least. His mouth opened a few times, trying to work out the words to say before he crossed an arm over his chest to catch his elbow while the other hand moved to cover the smile pulling at his lips.
Between the mess and the look of Jim in that ridiculous apron, it was too much and way too fucking adorable to not nearly laugh at the spectacle in fond amusement. Leaning against the wall, he arched a brow and just watched him a moment before clearing his throat. "You fought the stove and the stove won?"