"You know, our seats aren't there," McCoy grumbled as they walked towards Spock and Uhura.
"Who cares?"
"I'm sure people who bought tickets for those seats would."
"Would you stop stressing, Bones?" Jim smiled at Spock, who was watching him approach.
"Hey," Jim said, sliding into the seat next to him.
"Cadet Kirk," Spock said, his eyes full of amusement.
"I can't believe it," Uhura muttered from Spock's other side.
"Commander," Bones said stiffly, awkwardly standing in the aisle. There was no seat for him—Jim had taken the seat at the end of the row.
Spock's gaze snapped to him, as if he only now noticed Bones was there.
"Cadet McCoy," he said coldly, looking between Bones and Jim with an expression that Jim couldn't place.
"Mind moving a bit?" Bones asked Spock and Uhura.
Spock pursed his lips briefly.
"It is recommended for everyone to sit in their seats, Mister McCoy. If you wish, you can take a seat on the other side of Cadet Uhura. "
Bones scowled at him, but still sat down next to Uhura.
Jim nudged Spock with his elbow. "You were mean."
"I was not," Spock said, meeting his eyes and holding his gaze. "I only stated the truth."
Jim chuckled. "You totally were!"
Spock did not say anything for a few moments. "What is Cadet McCoy doing here?"
"He’s my friend," Jim replied. He placed his popcorn in his lap, tossing a piece in the air and catching it in his mouth. "My best friend."
"You are wearing black," Spock said suddenly.