Going back to the loft alone had given Jim a few minutes to reflect upon all that had happened since he'd awakened. It wasn't that he hadn't wanted Bones along, but even he had to admit everything had been moving fast for the past month. As he had packed up the last box of things to bring to the house, he'd reflected that maybe it had been a test, this last trip alone. Just to make sure he had no regrets.
But the loft still felt cold and empty, a showplace he'd never quite grown accustomed to since picking it up and putting the work into renovating the space in his down time. When he'd come back here after waking up, he'd recognized that it wasn't home. He didn't want it to be.
No, Jim thought as he pulled the car up outside the house. He looked up and saw Bones coming out the door to help and knew that home wasn't anything so mundane as a physical space. For Jim, it was wherever this man was, and he just hoped his calm certainty didn't scare Bones off. He climbed out of the car, unable to help the smile that tugged at his lips as
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"Been too busy up there," Leonard's eyes glanced upward, toward where their ship was being repaired. Jim's hand in his did a lot to quell his nerves, and Leonard couldn't help but see that smile on Jim's face. This was going to work out. "Not a lot of time for shopping for knick knacks."
Tugging Jim inside, Leonard kicked the door closed behind him. They could get those last few boxes later. "I made some room in the closet, but wasn't sure which box had all your clothes." He still didn't feel right about plunging into Jim's things, not yet. That would have to change soon, though. "So, I guess we should talk about chores and stuff?" he asked, his arm wrapped tight around Jim's waist. "If my memory serves me right, back at the Academy you never did learn how to use a dishwasher."
"I guess so." It didn't make sense to get attached to the idea of acquiring things that would have to go into storage sooner or later. Books were the one real exception--but then, the most treasured of those could go with him when they went back up. "I'm glad of it, too. It made packing up easier
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Leonard gave Jim one of those looks, the kind that he often sported when he and Jim were back in school. But Jim was right - this was new and different, and he shouldn't go into this with his preconceived notions of how Jim was. Things had changed and they were both older now, different - and Jim had lived on his own, presumably taken care of himself. Like an adult.
Still, Leonard made a grumpy little noise as he pulled Jim closer, their foreheads touching. "Playing it by ear, hmmm," he began, unable to hide the grin. "I guess we can try that. And yeah, we can grocery shop together for a while, make sure we both get what we like." In a way, it still felt like roommate stuff, which it was.
Except for the bedroom. "Have you told anyone that you're here now?" he asked, wondering how many of Jim's friends knew about this. "Thought that maybe we could have some people over for dinner one of these nights."
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But the loft still felt cold and empty, a showplace he'd never quite grown accustomed to since picking it up and putting the work into renovating the space in his down time. When he'd come back here after waking up, he'd recognized that it wasn't home. He didn't want it to be.
No, Jim thought as he pulled the car up outside the house. He looked up and saw Bones coming out the door to help and knew that home wasn't anything so mundane as a physical space. For Jim, it was wherever this man was, and he just hoped his calm certainty didn't scare Bones off. He climbed out of the car, unable to help the smile that tugged at his lips as ( ... )
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Tugging Jim inside, Leonard kicked the door closed behind him. They could get those last few boxes later. "I made some room in the closet, but wasn't sure which box had all your clothes." He still didn't feel right about plunging into Jim's things, not yet. That would have to change soon, though. "So, I guess we should talk about chores and stuff?" he asked, his arm wrapped tight around Jim's waist. "If my memory serves me right, back at the Academy you never did learn how to use a dishwasher."
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Still, Leonard made a grumpy little noise as he pulled Jim closer, their foreheads touching. "Playing it by ear, hmmm," he began, unable to hide the grin. "I guess we can try that. And yeah, we can grocery shop together for a while, make sure we both get what we like." In a way, it still felt like roommate stuff, which it was.
Except for the bedroom. "Have you told anyone that you're here now?" he asked, wondering how many of Jim's friends knew about this. "Thought that maybe we could have some people over for dinner one of these nights."
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