Bones turned fast, looking back at Kirk, his eye blazing. "You think I WANT something to be wrong with you? Do you have any idea what it was like..."

Bones folded his hands, brought them up to his face and exhaled slowly. "Smashing your hand into the mirror was not handling it well. Not talking about it is not handling it well. Yelling at me because you don't want to do this is not handling it well."