[ Bones, of course, was nothing but patient and supportive. Encouraging the man when he wasn't sure if he could push himself any farther. He'd taken it upon himself to help Jim through his therapy, had to all but storm into the admiral's office and demand it, because he couldn't trust anyone else to do it.
And because he needed this, too, on an emotional level. To see Jim back up on his feet, with life in his eyes and warmth in his skin, to be able to touch him, to feel the pulse under his fingertips and know that that nightmare of his is over.
That, in itself, was worth all the trouble, all the exertion of carrying Jim's exhausted form from the trolley to his apartment. He settles the man down gently, his hoodie folded up and shoes set aside before he setting his sights on the kitchen, looking through the cabinets for a can of soup he left there earlier.
Jim's completely clocked out by the time it's warmed up. Bones almost doesn't have the heart to wake him. He knows how long of a day this was for him, how strenuous of a toll it took on his body. He could use the rest, and he'll get it, eventually, once he's got his nutrition. He hunkers down next to the couch, shaking Jim's shoulder gently. ]
Supper. [ He answers, a small frown appearing on his lips in lieu of a stern tone. ] You gotta eat to keep your strength up, Jim.
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And because he needed this, too, on an emotional level. To see Jim back up on his feet, with life in his eyes and warmth in his skin, to be able to touch him, to feel the pulse under his fingertips and know that that nightmare of his is over.
That, in itself, was worth all the trouble, all the exertion of carrying Jim's exhausted form from the trolley to his apartment. He settles the man down gently, his hoodie folded up and shoes set aside before he setting his sights on the kitchen, looking through the cabinets for a can of soup he left there earlier.
Jim's completely clocked out by the time it's warmed up. Bones almost doesn't have the heart to wake him. He knows how long of a day this was for him, how strenuous of a toll it took on his body. He could use the rest, and he'll get it, eventually, once he's got his nutrition. He hunkers down next to the couch, shaking Jim's shoulder gently. ]
Supper. [ He answers, a small frown appearing on his lips in lieu of a stern tone. ] You gotta eat to keep your strength up, Jim.