“You know, you’re quite the softy when you want to be.” I teased Bones as we walked back. He gave me a mock glare with no heat in it, as his lip twitched slightly. “Have you ever thought of doing poetry?”
He shook his head but didn’t say anything.
The more we walked, the more I really, really, really wanted to ask him a billion questions. More and more questions filtered into my head, making me almost blurt some out, but I knew there was no way he was going to answer them, even just about Reid.
I really did appreciate everything he said though. He didn’t have to tell me that last bit and I know he stays out of everyone’s business, so that was huge for him.
‘He feels strongly for you too’ and ‘we all want you to stay’… were now on a loop in my head.
I wanted to stamp my foot, cro
