[Well, that hit the nail on the head, didn't it? Jim wasn't sure how long it would take him to get used to Bones just walking in, pouring him a drink, and neatly summing up every confusing feeling he's struggling with, but it hasn't happened yet. As it is.. Jim makes a pause by taking a drink, finishing off his second glass, considering his answer. Considering what Bones had said, given that he hadn't really thought of it that way himself. What he ends up with is a slight shake of the head, a faint smile.]
I'll be fine, Bones. I've got work, stuff to do. And I can start asking around, see if anyone has any more information than we do.
[He's lying and he knows it, but it's more comfortable than the truth - that he has no idea how to handle being stranded like this.]
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I'll be fine, Bones. I've got work, stuff to do. And I can start asking around, see if anyone has any more information than we do.
[He's lying and he knows it, but it's more comfortable than the truth - that he has no idea how to handle being stranded like this.]