Warm heart.

"Shhh, shhh, I've got you." That gruff, gravelly voice brought him back to the present, anchoring him as much as the strong arms cradling his body. He shivered, closing his eyes against the after-images of the nightmare, wishing that for once- just once - he could sleep an entire night, without that place coming back to haunt him. Jim turned into the warm body holding him, burying his face in Bones' chest. Strong, warm hands smoothed down his back, soft, caring words muttered quietly as he huddled against him.

"It's all right Jim. It's all right."

It might be the truth now, but both knew that in a matter of hours, he'd revisit that place, as he had every night. So Bones held him until he fell asleep, and then held him through the nightmares, always there, quietly picking up his shattered pieces to put him together again, bit by bit, until morning came.

A warm hand, warm words, and a warm heart.