[ Well, Jim's not the psychologist, between them. But if he had to describe it, he'd say this is making things less complicated. This. Like they know what it is, and it's not just vague talk of rooms and leaning halfway curled up with each other.
Who's he kidding, of course they know.
Unseen, Jim smiles. He snags Bones' hand, the one not wrapped around his shoulders, and holds it. Presses his thumb into his palm, rubs out across the bridge of his fingers, stretches his pinkie out gently. ]
Like I would. [ Even without specifically asking, and implying all kinds of intimacy previously politely ignored. ] But you still have to pick, or else I'll just keep working.
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Who's he kidding, of course they know.
Unseen, Jim smiles. He snags Bones' hand, the one not wrapped around his shoulders, and holds it. Presses his thumb into his palm, rubs out across the bridge of his fingers, stretches his pinkie out gently. ]
Like I would. [ Even without specifically asking, and implying all kinds of intimacy previously politely ignored. ] But you still have to pick, or else I'll just keep working.