No, Bones did not fucking want to deal with the media, but that was beside the point. He only wished he could make them all go away. Today was gonna be hard enough as it was without them.

Hopefully the Vulcans might have some control of the lot of them. It was a small hope. He dug a belt out of the closet and threaded it through his beltloops, buckling it with more concentration than the task really needed.

When Bones finally looked up at Jim, he asked, "You ready?" and reached for his hand.