His frown deepened and he shifted his body towards hers a bit more. McCoy's eyes glimmered with concern as he nodded. "Of course I want to know. Why wouldn't I want to know? What's wrong, darlin'?" He didn't quite know exactly what to say, but judging by the look on her face and her tone with him, the problem had something to do with him. Perhaps he hadn't been asking her enough lately? "Nyota, sweetheart, just because I've been busy the past couple of weeks doesn't mean I don't care what's going on in your life. You can always talk to me..." he tried to reassure her, reaching a hand over to brush his fingers across the back of her hand.