( As far as he's concerned, Jim is plenty allowed to make as large a mess of himself as he likes, after everything they've gone through the past day. Hell, the past month; tossed out here, separated by time and then suddenly by memory, even possibly by death.
Bones's heart flip-flops in his chest, and so he holds Jim for as long as he needs, petting his hair and murmuring quiet nothings to him, because it selfishly helps Leonard too: the weight of Jim's head on his shoulder, his fingers curled tight in Leonard's shirt, his body pressed warm and close. Eventually, as Jim's sobs quiet, leaving them swaying gently in the hammock, Bones cautiously draws back-- not enough to break contact, just enough to wipe away the tear tracks from the Captain's cheeks with his thumbs, to study his red-rimmed eyes and meet his gaze. )
I, ( he declares, smiling tremulously, of course meaning 'we', ) could use something to drink. Let's go see if there's some water tanks on this vessel.
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Bones's heart flip-flops in his chest, and so he holds Jim for as long as he needs, petting his hair and murmuring quiet nothings to him, because it selfishly helps Leonard too: the weight of Jim's head on his shoulder, his fingers curled tight in Leonard's shirt, his body pressed warm and close. Eventually, as Jim's sobs quiet, leaving them swaying gently in the hammock, Bones cautiously draws back-- not enough to break contact, just enough to wipe away the tear tracks from the Captain's cheeks with his thumbs, to study his red-rimmed eyes and meet his gaze. )
I, ( he declares, smiling tremulously, of course meaning 'we', ) could use something to drink. Let's go see if there's some water tanks on this vessel.