Jim exhales. That's something, at least. He doesn't want to admit just how badly all this has rattled him. Not just that Bones is dying - though that's kind of like saying 'apart from that, how was the play, Mrs Lincoln?' - but that he would just run off without telling Jim. Hadn't thought the other man capable of that.

What else has Jim been assuming, without realizing?

He manages a weak grin at the thought of Chris Chapel hauling Bones by an ankle to his office.

"I need to give 'em both a raise. Yep, let's do that. Thank you."

And a snort. "I don't want to tell you how many times I've wondered if you two are madly in love and just haven't fucking figured it out yet."