It was one of those times when Bones knew it was okay to take, to just lay there in Jim's arms and let himself be loved, be taken care of. Jim could be so fucking gentle when he needed to be, strong when he needed to be, and when Bones came he clung to Jim like a dying man.

They lay together quiet afterward, just listening to each other breathe. No words were needed. When it was quiet like this, they could almost read each other's minds, knowing what the other wanted, needed. When it was like this, Bones thought, closing his eyes, it was so very good.