"..." Maybe this is what he needs, more than his boots on the ground and the comfortable familiarity of the first home he'd purchased for himself, then his wife. Maybe he needs the thing he fought hardest for, the thing he held onto when he was reinventing himself as someone with the harsher edges, someone jagged and too tense to touch.

Not that it ever stopped Jim.

Leonard's stuck halfway between the ghost of who he'd been before the divorce and the parts of Bones that knows when he's beat- Jim here encourages hope. Movement. Action.

But there's nothing to be done for this.

After a long moment Leonard pulls and tugs until he's able to bully Jim into the sofa next to him, arms around his waist, face pressed into Jim's shoulder and he just- breathes. "...I wanted you to remember me well. Healthy, you know? It's not hitt'n me that hard yet but- I'll start slow'n down. Bruising easy. Nosebleeds, blood pressure spikes, get faint. I- if you want to stay you need to figure out who's mind'n the ship."