Jim hummed low in his throat, smiling warmly as Bones's face buried into the curve of his neck. Arms close and present around Bones, he kept sifting his fingers through his hair in slow, long strokes, falling silent as he felt Bones relax against him, and not interrupting him when he could feel he was slowly falling asleep.

They could talk later. They could do plenty later, actually, but right now Bones needed some rest. And he must've been exhausted if he was surrendering to his tiredness this easily. Jim may not always be the quietest company either, but he hoped that right now he could be a soothing one, as he kept brushing his fingers through Bones's hair and down his neck in gentle strokes.

"Sleep well, Bones," he whispered softly against the top of his head, tipping his own to the side and closing his eyes eventually. He knew he wouldn't fall asleep quite as easily himself, but he was more than happy to just cuddle close to Bones in the meantime. It was more than he thought he could ever have.