> Leave the bourbon on the shelf [Bones | Open]

[hippocraticly]

[It had been a disconcerting experience, carrying the soul of that pointy eared-bastard inside him, having him prod and poke around in his head while he charged forward to play martyr for all of Shtel Nor. The scene had replayed itself endlessly in his head; but at least it was only his perspective now instead of the stereo visage that had plagued

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[jimeeena]

[ Bones was one of the people she really felt she needed to see. She'd been avoiding him since their last encounter when he hadn't exactly been right in the head. It wasn't exactly funny to see him so frustrated, but a small chuckle escaped her as she came up behind him. ]

You're prickly enough to be one, though.

[hippocraticly]

[He looked over his shoulder at the female version of his best friend and attempted a scowl; it faltered and died miserably, but it was there nonetheless.]

I'll let that comment slide, Jim on account that I haven't seen you in ages.

[jimeeena]

[ She smiled at him and walked to stand beside him. ]

It's been a while. How are you doing? Better...?

[hippocraticly]

If by better, you mean less likely to wander around spouting my face off with Vulcan nonsense, then yes. I'm in top shape.

[jimeeena]

That's good. I was worried about you.

[hippocraticly]

... Sorry for worrying you, Jim.

[jimeeena]

It's fine, Bones. I'm just glad you're okay.