For what may be worth, Jim didn't seem particularly upset about Bones tossing a glass at him. Well, not at him, but in his general direction without actually meaning to. No, he was worried above all else, because he had seen Bones at his lowest and frankly, this seemed even worse than then.

And Jim didn't like it one bit.

Forgetting about the glass for now, he stepped farther into the room and closed the door behind him, that alone answering any doubts about whether or not Jim would be leaving. If there were even any. "Fat chance," he said softly, looking around the room and deciding that the mess Bones had made wasn't nearly as important as the miserable state he was in. So he stepped around the desk instead, leaning back against it right next to where Bones was sitting on his chair, hands on his lap for now as he watched the doctor intently.

"Come on, Bones. Talk to me. What happened?"