Jim half wants to keep fighting. Fighting's easier than accepting, easier than hearing the quiet exhaustion in Bones' voice. Fighting shows that Bones still has that fire in him and he won't just let this disease walk all over him.

But at least he doesn't have to keep fighting Bones to let him be here.

Small comfort.

Everything's changing between them. It's unsettling as hell.

Jim looks at him for a moment when he sits upright, then yanks him into a tight, brief hug.

"Okay. It close to your room?"

Yes, blatant and obnoxious, but he needs to know he'll wake up when Bones needs him overnight.