( to be fair to Bones, he's usually a light sleeper. residency really beat any chance at sleeping through anything softer than a gentle snowfall out of him, but after the week they've had? yeah, any long-ingrained habits like that are moot. he's out, he's sleeping hard.
mostly, at least. squinting, briefly, when a weight settles across his chest– then scowling restlessly, until the unfamiliar voice grabs the veil of sleep and rends it neatly in two.
his eyes shoot open and he yelps. )
Jesus, Mary 'n Joseph–
( have a shove, strange dog-person, before Bones scrambles backward up the bed in a tangle of sheets and long limbs, spitting fire before he's even caught his breath. )
I.
mostly, at least. squinting, briefly, when a weight settles across his chest– then scowling restlessly, until the unfamiliar voice grabs the veil of sleep and rends it neatly in two.
his eyes shoot open and he yelps. )
Jesus, Mary 'n Joseph–
( have a shove, strange dog-person, before Bones scrambles backward up the bed in a tangle of sheets and long limbs, spitting fire before he's even caught his breath. )
The Hell's wrong with you?