"Damn it Jim!" McCoy yelled at his roommate Jim winced in sympathy as the hot coffee dripped into his shoes
"aw shit sorry bones, new shirt?"
"Bought it yesterday."
"Looks nice" he tried
"Looked past tense" he sighed, he plucked his nice white shirt of his chest where it was clinging awkwardly, and hissed
"gah I think you gave me third degree burns!"
"Oh don't be so melodramatic, it'll wash out"
"Not in time to meet Jocelyn at the shuttle bay" crap now Jim really felt horrible, the soon to be doctor McCoy's very pregnant ex wife had a new "boy toy" and bones was well... Attempting to look like father material, having loved his daughter since the her first sonogram.
"laundry machine broken again?"
"it was fixed?" McCoy asked almost sincerely, Jim sighed deeply
"you know there are other things to wear than scrubs and uniforms bones"
"not on my bus there isn't" bones had just completed his ride time on the alpha shift
"nothing but drunken idiots again this week, you know this guy actually tried to drown himself in a sink this week?"
Jim chuckled "oh boy, how could that possibly go wrong?" sarcasm evident in his voice
"well come on bonesy" he said slinging an arm around his coffee stained friend "I've got just the thing"
Jim's nerves frayed around the edges sometimes when bones told his stories, they made him want to run away or hide bones in a hole somewhere no one would shoot at him, or try to punch him just for caring about a belligerent drunk.
somewhere he wouldn't have to see mothers holding their dying children while they screamed to a world full of sorrow. but then bones wouldn't be bones if he could walk away from a drunk with one arm broken and the other swinging.
"its the job" he would say whenever he had a rough day and Jim was at his wits end with worry, and it didn't change it, it didn't make it better, but it was comforting in a way, it what was he wanted to do, what his brother wanted to do and he was damn proud