[ He only bothers humming at the rhetorical question, eyes turned upwards to the sky. It's a nice, quiet moment, a respite from their difficult trek so far. Right now it doesn't really matter why they're here, or what dangers might lurk in the shadows, in the nooks behind trees and bushes. Jim knows better than to feel safe out here, in the middle of the night, but strangely enough, he does. ]
I think I have at least some idea. [ After all, Bones makes him just as happy. It's impossible to measure levels of affection, but really, he doesn't need to, nor would he want to. All he cares is that they make each other happy, and want to be with each other. If they were measuring up how much they give and put into their relationship exactly, then it wouldn't be a relationship; it would be a competition. ]
You could get lost counting the stars out here. [ He sighs softly, a moment of silence before he's reminded of a quote. Apropos of nothing, or maybe not. ] For once you have tasted flight you will walk the earth with your eyes turned skywards, for there you have been and there you will long to return.
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I think I have at least some idea. [ After all, Bones makes him just as happy. It's impossible to measure levels of affection, but really, he doesn't need to, nor would he want to. All he cares is that they make each other happy, and want to be with each other. If they were measuring up how much they give and put into their relationship exactly, then it wouldn't be a relationship; it would be a competition. ]
You could get lost counting the stars out here. [ He sighs softly, a moment of silence before he's reminded of a quote. Apropos of nothing, or maybe not. ] For once you have tasted flight you will walk the earth with your eyes turned skywards, for there you have been and there you will long to return.