[ bones doesn't answer immediately. he sinks down on the bed, elbows first, then his legs sliding under the warmth of the covers before he lets his head down, eyes closed and a hand raised, thumb brushing against his temple.

they hadn't shared a bed since their academy days, back when things got a little bit too much, back when those couple of days on the calendar still bring out the worst in them, and neither of them had the means to handle the fucked up state of mind that overcame them aside from what they knew best - drinking, solitude, and (in jim's case) stirring up trouble in the worst possible way.

in any case, this is probably the only way they'll be able to talk without disturbing the others - and without any effort exerted on jim's part. ]

Bad dream. [ a beat. ] Well, not - it was weird, and I swear to God Almighty, I don't know where the hell it came from.