"But we're not coping, Jim, we're ignoring it," Bones replied with a sigh. "I can admit it, I've pushed a lot of it back, don't want to talk about it, don't want to think about it."
"I didn't mean to say you were fucked up, Jim... though I think that something's wrong when two people like us can share almost everything but what happened to them." He shrugged, moving to a chair and sitting down heavily in it. "Maybe I'm just tired of not knowing what happened to you, not being able to do more for you, or being so damned sad all the time when I think about what happened before..."
Bones looked up at the ceiling and bit his lip. "She asked me about it. About what happened with my dad."
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Date: 2009-11-26 02:02 am (UTC)"I didn't mean to say you were fucked up, Jim... though I think that something's wrong when two people like us can share almost everything but what happened to them." He shrugged, moving to a chair and sitting down heavily in it. "Maybe I'm just tired of not knowing what happened to you, not being able to do more for you, or being so damned sad all the time when I think about what happened before..."
Bones looked up at the ceiling and bit his lip. "She asked me about it. About what happened with my dad."