Jim's lips curved into a smile, pressed against the hairline over Bones's forehead, his nose brushing through short strands. "Don't mention it. I've got you, Bones." He just tried not to think of all the times that Bones broke down completely and Jim was nowhere near to help him pick up the pieces, even if he might've not been able to put them back together. The mere thought of him falling apart, whether because of him or not, was almost more than he could bear.

So he curled his arms a little tighter around Bones instead, holding him tight and close, loosening his hold just enough that Bones could look up at him, and he returned that smile with one of his own.

"I've always been stuck with you, Bones," he said softly, brushing his thumb along his cheek and jaw, leaning down to lightly bump their noses together. "Just like you've always been stuck with me. Although I'll admit, it's much nicer when I get to kiss you whenever I feel like it."