( The lights are still annoying. It’s just particularly jarring to go from being able to vocalize a request—10%, 30%, 100%!—and then suddenly having these nonresponsive switches that are absolutely goddamn useless. It’s especially horrible for Bones, who likes doing five things at once and often uses his hands to work on something as he’s walking. First day in his new clinic? He’d walked in the door laden down with supplies and only then remembered that he couldn’t just ask the lights to turn on. Another strike against the twenty-first century.
All that being said, he doesn’t move to turn the lights on himself. Even if Jim’s cellphone casts the eeriest, barest glow across his face. The darkness is nice and still for a moment, and Bones doesn’t think to shift that. )
If you call this enjoyable I might have to give you an MRI. ( It’s like a giant tricoder that you have to stick someone in and doesn’t give as accurate of readings! It’s horrible and the sadist in Bones might enjoy it more than a little. )
And I don’t need a reason. I haven’t slept through the night in five years. Maybe more.
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All that being said, he doesn’t move to turn the lights on himself. Even if Jim’s cellphone casts the eeriest, barest glow across his face. The darkness is nice and still for a moment, and Bones doesn’t think to shift that. )
If you call this enjoyable I might have to give you an MRI. ( It’s like a giant tricoder that you have to stick someone in and doesn’t give as accurate of readings! It’s horrible and the sadist in Bones might enjoy it more than a little. )
And I don’t need a reason. I haven’t slept through the night in five years. Maybe more.