Well, to be fair it wasn't like Bones needed an excuse to be close to him like this these days— and really, even if this was an excuse, it wouldn't be a very good one, as they were both as far from subtle about it as could be. Jim never was one much for subtlety anyway, especially when it came to this kind of thing.
Bones's closeness felt nice, as did the warm touch of his hands on him, but it proved to be a little distracting, so Jim had to double down on his care and attention as he cut up the meat. An even worse way to ruin the night right now would be if he somehow managed to cut either himself or both of them by being more focused on the brush of Bones's fingertips across his wrist or over the back of his own than the motions of his hand and the way he handled that (very sharp) knife.
He ended up getting more sidetracked by Bones's words than his touches, though. Luckily they were practically finished, so he stopped for a moment so he could glance over his own shoulder, managing to get a glimpse of Bones's face and smiling at him. "No. No, I don't think it's silly at all." It was sweet, actually— not that he was particularly surprised at hearing Bones wanted to spend time with him. Jim felt much the same way himself. The change in their dynamics only really made him feel like he didn't have to hold himself back from expressing just how much he liked the doctor's company. And the nature of said company, of course.
"Not much. Pretty quiet day too, what with the celebrations." There weren't a lot of duties to see to at the Guard, and most natives seemed to be more focused on setting up lanterns and spending time with their loved ones than anything else, which actually worked pretty well for Jim. "Gave me some time to get things together. Even if I ruined it a little bit with the food, and you ruined it a little bit too by coming home early," he hummed playfully, more of a teasing poke at Bones than anything else. "Planning out a date is surprisingly a lot more difficult and time-consuming than I'd anticipated."
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Bones's closeness felt nice, as did the warm touch of his hands on him, but it proved to be a little distracting, so Jim had to double down on his care and attention as he cut up the meat. An even worse way to ruin the night right now would be if he somehow managed to cut either himself or both of them by being more focused on the brush of Bones's fingertips across his wrist or over the back of his own than the motions of his hand and the way he handled that (very sharp) knife.
He ended up getting more sidetracked by Bones's words than his touches, though. Luckily they were practically finished, so he stopped for a moment so he could glance over his own shoulder, managing to get a glimpse of Bones's face and smiling at him. "No. No, I don't think it's silly at all." It was sweet, actually— not that he was particularly surprised at hearing Bones wanted to spend time with him. Jim felt much the same way himself. The change in their dynamics only really made him feel like he didn't have to hold himself back from expressing just how much he liked the doctor's company. And the nature of said company, of course.
"Not much. Pretty quiet day too, what with the celebrations." There weren't a lot of duties to see to at the Guard, and most natives seemed to be more focused on setting up lanterns and spending time with their loved ones than anything else, which actually worked pretty well for Jim. "Gave me some time to get things together. Even if I ruined it a little bit with the food, and you ruined it a little bit too by coming home early," he hummed playfully, more of a teasing poke at Bones than anything else. "Planning out a date is surprisingly a lot more difficult and time-consuming than I'd anticipated."