Was it burying himself in work or was it being dedicated to his job? Semantics. Though, all right, maybe he was starting to develop a crick in his neck, and it was nice looking at some other color besides the electric blue of a holo-screen. And the idea of wine with Bones, out beneath Earth's midnight sky... it was enticing, to say the least.

With their meal set to heating up, muscles warm from their hike and belly getting there from the drink, he made himself comfortable beside Bones, leaning against him.

"I'll make breakfast for you, on our Earth R&R," he promised him, tilting is head so his chin rested on Bones' shoulder. "It's my specialty you know."