Jim leans into the touch, stubble scraping at the callouses of Bones' palm, and his smile softens. He's allowed himself so little contact for so long, not even the fists he sometimes needs for Bones' sake, and this small reminder that he's not alone feels so good. Somewhere in the back of his mind, Jim knows that before the night is through, he's going to kiss Bones again.

And if it feels like the last time, the rest of their time here is going to be a lot different.