Bones couldn't help but flush as she kissed his cheek, more from the words accompanying the kiss than the action itself. "Don't know about all that," he said gruffly, shaking his head. "Lots of people would disagree with you there." Most people thought he was a cynical, sarcastic bastard, and he didn't really do much to disabuse them of the notion. It was just easier, not having to worry about attachments. Of course, being here had destroyed his hard work at that.
When Uhura came back, he offered her a small smile, ignoring her legs in a way Jim never would have even though his friend had given up on her. "Thank you," he said again, "for this." He slid under the covers on his side of the bed, for tonight at least. It was the side Jim slept on when he was too tired to go back to his own room, and he could smell the faint hint of his friend's scent on the pillow. He really was a pathetic bastard. Sighing as he settled, he gestured to the other side of the bed for Uhura. With anyone else, this walked the line of becoming something it shouldn't, but he suspected he and Uhura really just didn't consider each other that way. He certainly didn't think of her in any way that wasn't platonic or fraternal.