"In the morning, then." With those terms, he is confident. Starfleet reg boots are, in defiance of all logic, lace-up, making their removal something of a production. He groans with relief when he gets one foot free, stretching abused toes (covered with nearly-worn-socks, smooth McCoy) for the first time since his shift started.

"Why a ship's surgeon needs to wear boots, I will never know." But he will frequently complain about.