Bones looked him in the eye, in the reflection of the mirror. "You're not any of those things, Jim, and you don't have to be." Turning Jim, he faced him, looking into his eyes. "Not made of stone, sure as hell not broken. You're Captain of the Enterprise, and you know how to be that, I've seen you do it every day since they gave you the ship."

He caught the hand, wondering how bad it was hurting. Jim and these damned little bones in his hand. He didn't answer the question, didn't have to. They'd promised each other, that was enough for them. "I'll find us a Healer." Something he could do, some project he could work on today.