You'd best. Gran is start'n to get antsy, and Jojo misses you.
[ Bit of a low blow, pulling out the family receipts RE who does and doesn't miss Jim (they all do, they've folded the brilliant broken boy into their arms as surely as they welcomed Leonard after everything) But he's not above fighting dirty to get Jim's feet back on the dirt long enough to fill him up with pie and grounding human affection.
He insists baking in the officer's kitchen isn't the same. And it isn't. There's no creaky window shutter leading out to the yard, no thundering of feet up and down the stairs, no scent of ripe peaches on the breeze. No shred of a million little details Jim never got in his own dusty home that Leonard can't boil into his skin and bones (not for lack of trying) to make him love at least one place on earth.
The people matter more, anyway.
Weary and reminded all too well of the last time he had Jim dirtside, Leonard shifts, slinging an arm around his shoulders, pulling him in. Like trying to tangle his hands in the tail of a comet and hold on for dear life, running around with Jim. Nevermind how it boils the skin or shreds the bones- he holds fast. Because someone needs to. ]
Maybe we should hit Risa next time we're in the area. [ A smaller ask, honestly. ] Knock about like we're still idiots in their academy reds again.
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[ Bit of a low blow, pulling out the family receipts RE who does and doesn't miss Jim (they all do, they've folded the brilliant broken boy into their arms as surely as they welcomed Leonard after everything) But he's not above fighting dirty to get Jim's feet back on the dirt long enough to fill him up with pie and grounding human affection.
He insists baking in the officer's kitchen isn't the same. And it isn't. There's no creaky window shutter leading out to the yard, no thundering of feet up and down the stairs, no scent of ripe peaches on the breeze. No shred of a million little details Jim never got in his own dusty home that Leonard can't boil into his skin and bones (not for lack of trying) to make him love at least one place on earth.
The people matter more, anyway.
Weary and reminded all too well of the last time he had Jim dirtside, Leonard shifts, slinging an arm around his shoulders, pulling him in. Like trying to tangle his hands in the tail of a comet and hold on for dear life, running around with Jim. Nevermind how it boils the skin or shreds the bones- he holds fast. Because someone needs to. ]
Maybe we should hit Risa next time we're in the area. [ A smaller ask, honestly. ] Knock about like we're still idiots in their academy reds again.