Funny thing about having a badly broken leg, one hell of an infection, a fever, a couple of surgeries and lingering nightmares about systematic asphyxiation. You end up with a lot of time on your hands that you try desperately to fill with whatever won't make your nights bleed together with old traumas and fresh wounds.

He throws himself at whatever he can. Wherever he can. As often as he can, and Bruce? Bruce is so on his list. Jim packs a lunch (grimly) and crawls into a functional shirt (also grimly) and heads for the lab (slightly less grimly, there are things he tries to check at the door).

Walking without the aid of a cane is still kind of a novelty to him, after Korra's impromptu healing, and Bones... arrival. He's still not sure what to make of that. Bones. Here. Telling him-- telling him he's not actually dead, telling him that they find a way to bring him back. And not just any way. Khan's blood.

Jim grabs a tribble on the way to the lab - any tribble, it really doesn't matter - and doesn't knock when he arrives. Instead, he puts lunch down on one counter and holds the tribble aloft. "I've got a science... doctor brain trust question. Thing. Any takers?"