Seeing Bones smile, Jim felt a knot easing in his chest, the touches warming him to the core, making the events from last night practically turn into a distant memory. Of course he knew now that his alcohol-addled brain had been blowing things completely out of proportion, but the worry and fear that he’d caused a rift between them had been all too real.

His relief was indescribable. They were still alright. Bones trusted him still, and Jim was sure and comfortable in the knowledge that every word he’d just told him was true.

He chuckled at Bones’s teasing remark, wiggling a bit. “Anything my doctor says,” he hummed softly, first moving the tray to the nightstand so they had the whole bed free. Then he tugged Bones along as he laid back on the bed. “Do you have to go to work, or can we cuddle for a bit?”