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[youwereameteor]

He doesn't know how late he is, but it's got to be running into hours. It's a long walk home when you're limping. He's got what feels like a nice knot coming up on his forehead, and an ankle that's pretty well fucked (though not broken). His left hand aches, his palms are scraped bloody in places. He misjudged and slipped and now he's aching

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[percevalian]

Reid had known this was a bad idea. In fact, he'd said as much multiple times over, had specifically told Jim to take someone with him-To take Bones with him in the event he was injured.

And here Jim is, having ignored everything Reid said and proved him right in the process.

A mess of very strong, conflicting emotions, Reid's up off the bed and hovering in the middle of the room in an instant, hands clenched at his sides as he gives Jim a critical once over. "I really want to hit you right now," he confesses, mouth tugged down in a frown. "Are you okay?"

[youwereameteor]

"So hit me," says Jim, head bent, still leaning back against the door. "I hurt enough already." He pushes away from the door, steps in towards Reid, though not quite into his space. "I'm okay. Sore, but okay. I fucked up and slipped my grip."

[percevalian]

"I'm not going to hit you, but I think you should know that I want to. Wanted to. Am very upset with you," Reid spits out as Jim moves closer, and then crosses skinny arms defensively over his chest. He'd known, if not entirely consciously, that this was part of loving Jim. That doesn't mean he has to like it.

[youwereameteor]

"Okay. I can absolutely accept that."

Jim's reckless, but he's never been stupid, and he's got enough sense not to tell Reid that the crushing weight of his disapproval is not what he needs right now. He just stands there for a moment, head bent, close enough to Reid to touch.

"I'm sorry I made you worry."