More than a week of being a child. A hungry, traumatized child, more full of rage and hate than his small body should have been able to bear - how is it that being that child is preferable to this?
He's grown, he's able, he's smart. He's a widower and he's about to lose the second love of his life. Being a damaged kid has nothing on this pain.
It's late morning when Jim finally drags himself back, letting him into the home he shares with Bones for as long as he's got left. Jim opens his mouth, but it's a moment more before he manages to call, "I'm here. I'm - normal, again."
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More than a week of being a child. A hungry, traumatized child, more full of rage and hate than his small body should have been able to bear - how is it that being that child is preferable to this?
He's grown, he's able, he's smart. He's a widower and he's about to lose the second love of his life. Being a damaged kid has nothing on this pain.
It's late morning when Jim finally drags himself back, letting him into the home he shares with Bones for as long as he's got left. Jim opens his mouth, but it's a moment more before he manages to call, "I'm here. I'm - normal, again."