[ Her hand is warm on his arm, and he hates the idea of being left alone here, in this sickbay that isn't his sickbay, on the Enterprise that isn't his Enterprise, almost as much as he hates the fact that even with advanced medicine, it's still going to take him a while to heal from being shot in the chest. ]

Pretty sure that captain of yours ordered us both to sleep. Though I'm not actually sure he can give me orders... but you should definitely sleep.

[ He shifts his arm beneath her hand so he can curl his fingers around hers, offering her a smile that quirks at the corner. ]

And I'm sure your quarters are a lot more comfortable than hanging around sickbay.

[ Give him a second. ]

Uh, for you, I mean.