If I’m getting there anyway I might as well learn something as I go. _{( To the nightmares, he means. And he says that so idly it’s as though he doesn’t even register Jim’s actual presence, whether that’s because the sleep deprivation is numbing his sense or heart failure is just that engrossing. It’s a few moments later, when he’s reaching for his coffee mug—one of those bright blue ones from the Pottery Barn, everything in this apartment is newly bought and primary-colored, and Bones hates the fact that he and Spock have equal claim to everything blue—that he sees Jim standing in the entry and kind of jumps, just a bit. )}

…Jesus. What was so urgent you had to go out at four in the morning for it? _{( And now he’s clutching the iPad to his chest a bit defensively. Because if he wants to read all about the ways people can die that should be his prerogative. His private prerogative. )}