How long? Jim can't help but think as his arms come around Bones. How many more times will they hug or kiss before it's over? How many more times will Bones even be able to stand? He's worse with every passing day, and between them they've come up with nothing, not even the hope of a cure.

How long? Jim holds Bones carefully and tries to remember the shape of him, how he feels beneath his hands, tries not to think of how he's smaller every day. He holds him, and he doesn't let go. "Guess that was a fun week for you," he mumbles.