Jim made a noise that was a mixture of frustration and defeat as he let his head drop to the counter top with a thud, gesturing at nothing in particular with the hand that wasn't still wrapped around his beer as he said, "The thing is, I am willing to give her a chance and all she's doing is proving that she's the same woman who left Sam and I behind with Frank because she couldn't handle raising kids with his blue eyes looking back at her every damn day, too wrapped up in herself to realize that maybe we needed her as much as she wished to be alone." It was easier to say that with his eyes screwed shut and face squished against the cool surface of the bar.
Other one? Oh, that was a fun topic and something he hadn't really voiced to anyone yet and hadn't even mentioned in the logs he'd been keeping in accordance with Starfleet regulations. Picking his head up, he said simply, "Bones," and promptly set about to chugging the rest of his beer.