"Try telling Captain Jackass that," Bones said, without an of the venom one might expect with such a comment. But that was practically an endearment coming from him. He was glad when Nyota didn't immediately refuse, acquiescing to the admittedly rather pathetic request. God, he was thirty one damn years old and he needed reassurance like he was Jo's age.
"Thank you," he said softly, nodding when she suggested sleep. He was already dressed for bed in sleep pants and a t-shirt that he had thrown on when he'd heard her knock, but he fished out a shirt from his drawer for her and a pair of shorts. Pants would be too long for her. "Um...here," he said, turning his back to her and resolutely closing his eyes. "Don't want you being uncomfortable."