Jim actually laughed at that, although if he were to be honest right now, he knew Bones wasn't wrong there. Thinking back now, maybe he did put a little too much into it. Not that he didn't mean all those things he told Spock, mind, but that didn't mean he didn't have other people he was so very grateful for, and so very happy to have in his life.

Most importantly, the man kneeling in front of him. Which, now he though about it, felt a little weird and awkward. Still, he didn't point it out, at least not just yet— and then Bones pulled that move, yanking on his hands hard enough that Jim practically fell out of his chair and into his lap, unable to keep back a surprised yelp and a sudden laugh from slipping past his lips.

"Well, you're my Mister Sensitive, so I guess we'll just have to learn to live with that." As if they hadn't already. As if Jim couldn't practically feel Bones in his blood sometimes, in every cell and nerve that kept his brain alit. A feeling that was particularly difficult to ignore when he was this close to Bones, and when he could do nothing except wrap his arms around his shoulders and hold him close, one hand cupping the back of the doctor's head while the fingers of the other curled into the back of his shirt.

"Just glad it got you back to me, too," Jim closed his eyes and tried to breathe deep, feeling everything in him crumble to small pieces by just being this close, holding each other. Feelings threatened to burst through the seams and short of getting up and running out of this room right now, he wasn't really sure how he was going to stop himself from letting them all spill out.

I love you, I love you, I love you. He wanted to kick himself for how badly he wanted to say that out loud right now.

"I think I've got some idea, yeah."