"Maybe," Bones replied. "Oughta go for a run on the beach, too. Last time we were here, I made it a couple miles up the beach and still never saw anyone."

Jim's face, fuck, he had no idea how those little facial expressions undid him every damn time. His hand rested on Jim's head, fingers playing with his hair. "Maybe you haven't seen my- " Bones paused, hesitating at his inability to label what Jim was to him. Partner? Lover? Boyfriend? All those seemed unsuitable for one reason or another. "...my captain. I gotta stay in shape, you know, to keep up with him."