He doesn't sound okay, not at all, and something in the rattle of Bones' breaths can be heard even over the music, and Jim feels his heart begin to race. He's confused and he's lonely and he wants his friend, even if Bones wants to kiss him, even if it hadn't been terrible, not at all, even if his body's still warm from where Bones pressed against it, and Jim can't take this place with its loud noises and its milling bodies a second longer.

His hand shakes when he reaches it, fisting at Bones' shirt as he grabs his shoulder. "Can we go? Please."