"The night is young, Bones," says Jim, lifting a suggestive eyebrow. At least, he thinks he does - it's hard to tell after the tiny, somehow even more evil hypo. He closes his eyes, smacking his lips and grinning faintly. They are pink. God, he's tired.
"Why is it so far to home?" Jim groans in sudden despair. "Why is my stupid empty house all the way out there?"
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"Why is it so far to home?" Jim groans in sudden despair. "Why is my stupid empty house all the way out there?"