Between the clinic, Wash, and attempts to find proper damn labspace in the city Bones tended to come home and crash hard. It didn't exactly keep him down through the worst of the chittering and crashing outside his window on an average night, but he'd been testing his magic more and more as of late and if nothing else, that helped knock him out pretty good. Which meant the one crash that rolled through the apartment had him skittering out his bedroom still in scrubs, eyes wild, ears primed for a kalxon that wasn't coming.

Just the usual then. Christ.

It took a moment to shake himself of it before he took a headcount. Greg over from his place, Wash- "I said bed rest damnit and I meant it!"

If he weren't tired he'd drag him back to bed. As it was he looked for their third and.

No.

"...Where the hell is the kid?"