"I'm fucked up," Jim admits. "I never expected to have a husband, and I never expected I'd lose him, either. Some days it hurts so much I stay in bed, and some days it hurts so much I go out and break something, but some days it feels bearable."

Jim sighs, releasing Bones to put his own back against the wall. "Usually always with you. Look." Jim covers his eyes with his hand, willing back the six shots he's recently sucked down. "I don't know what I'm doing, okay? But if I was gonna find a rebound, I'd have found it. That life's not even what I want anymore."