[ Almost all of McCoy's brain is telling him that this is a very, very bad idea, but the curse is happily pushing all of that aside in favor of an arm around Stephen's back. Clearly he needs to be closer. ]
[Stephen leans further in, as well, adding a little tongue... which is suddenly enough to snap him out of it. He pulls back, a look of sheer terror on his face.]
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Fuck! Shit, dude. I'm really sorry.
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It's fine. It's a curse. Jesus, kid, I ain't gonna punch your lights in.
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[ohgodohgodohgod that was awkward.
and kind of amazing]