McCoy's gaze drifts down and he reins it back up, trying not to be improper all of a sudden just because Jim's gone and wound up looking a little close to his ex-wife (not that close, enough that he knows he has a type but it's not awkward). "I don't know," he supplies. "I'd have to see you naked to really judge the size. As a doctor," he adds, mock-seriously.
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Date: 2016-03-11 02:24 am (UTC)