Leonard- sleeps. Deeply and better than he had since his diagnosis, face pressed into Jim's shoulder, arm around his waist, just- breathing in the warmth of another body he's always trusted despite his better judgement. Dawn comes and where on the ship he'd be up and about?

Leonard lies in. Remains curled close, lashes tinted gold from the sun peeking through the window, hair spread like an ink spill over the pillow he's made of Jim, brows relaxed, chest rising and falling with the deep, even rest of the truly unconscious.

Years are shaved off him like this. No furrow in his brow, no clench of his jaw, no tension in his shoulders. No need to brace himself for the worst the galaxy can throw at him-

Just Bones, softened and sleep warm and quiet.