It's over so quick, Jim could almost think he imagined it. Except Bones pushes away so quickly that Jim reels with it, mouth still tingling as Jim finds himself suddenly alone. More hands paw at him, hips crashing in against his own, and all at once Jim can't handle it for another second. He pushes his way from the crowd, not even certain where he's going until he finds himself in a place that's always been safe.

At his side, Bones is staring at the bar. Jim breathes in deep, knowing that his eyes are wild when he says, "Bones?"

Any minute now, the adrenaline is going to hit, and Jim's brain is going to start dumping a hundred and one ways this could go wrong into his head at once, but right now he just wants to know that Bones is okay.