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Bones had been his for years now. Yeah, the wedding rings on their hands were just under six months old, but he’d had Bones since that first year at the academy and jeez, that was almost eight years ago now. Bones had been his best friend. His personal doctor. His lover. His husband. She’d…she’d given up her claim. And he hadn’t ( Read more... )

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He was being petty and he knew it. He knew he was being a brat but he couldn’t seem to help it. He’d taken refuge on the observation deck with a bottle of Jim Bean because, while he was happily being juvenile, he knew the sight of all this open space made Bones nervous, which meant he probably wouldn’t follow Jim here. Dammit ( Read more... )