How could he find the right words to say what it was? He spread his fingers slowly, "I don't think I could stand if you loved him." The words were honest and true, soft, something hidden in him and pulled out like poison.

Love, Jim was starting to learn, could be as beautiful and terrible as he had imagined it could be. He let out a quiet, slow breath. It was the truth, as selfish and maybe wrong as it was. He couldn't help feeling what he felt. Bones and Sam fucking? That wasn't... pleasant, but he could live.

Bones actually loving Sam? That... was something completely different.