"Don't forget you said that, then." Because now Jim was definitely going to make himself at home in Bones's quarters. Not that he'd ever had that many qualms before, but he sure had never slept in his bed, especially not in the context they were implying here. Jim felt more excited about the prospect than he did nervous, but there was definitely a tingling sensation at the pit of his stomach that made his insides flutter a little.

Sliding his hands back up to Bones's shoulders, Jim tried to lean back a little, hands moving down Bones's arms instead. Of course he was crying, that wasn't even remotely a secret right now, but Jim still didn't point it out. Even if in the dark of the room he could still see the way his cheeks glistened faintly in the dim light.

"Then I guess it's a really good thing you took those courses because of me, or else I'd have been screwed," Jim said lightly, even if at the time it had been no laughing matter. He'd have gladly given his life to keep everyone else safe, but that didn't mean he'd been especially eager to die.

Tugging gently at Bones's arms, Jim tipped his head a little so he could try and look into his eyes. "How about we go elsewhere? You look like you need some rest, anyway."