[Bones just watched him a few moments before turning to stare off, the hesitance obvious, though more now at the thought of Jim seeing in his own head. After a long pause he sigh, turning to sit cross legged on the bed, a frown on his face.] Sit across from me and do not tell T'Pol about this, the last thing I need is her throwing a Vulcan fit over the stupidity of this, since I happen to agree with her.