Another long sip, and Bones leaned over across Jim and put the bottle on the table. He picked up Jim's left hand with his own, noting how different it was, unmarked but for tiny scratches and scars, fairly well-groomed nails. The ring on Bones' hand still caught his eye every now and then, that more than anything reminding him that he was someone else right now. He was Karl.
"I got some little snacks over there, in case you want something later. Just a bag of cookies." And some fudge, but that was for tomorrow. Scooting over, he made more room for Jim to lay down next to him.
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Date: 2010-08-29 05:30 am (UTC)"I got some little snacks over there, in case you want something later. Just a bag of cookies." And some fudge, but that was for tomorrow. Scooting over, he made more room for Jim to lay down next to him.