Archive of Our Own ^beta

"Bones, we need to go home."

He’s said this twice already.

Bones doesn’t move.

"It’s going to rain, Bones." Jim crouches down next to the doctor, pressing a kiss to his hair. "We can come back tomorrow, if you want, but we need to go now."

They won’t, but the words seem to get Bones moving and by the time the first raindrop falls, they’re both on their feet again.

"I just," It takes every bit of Jim’s will to not turn away as Bones wipes away a tear, but he manages it, and then he pulls the older man closer, feeling his shake as Jim’s arms close around him. "I just can’t accept she’s gone."

"I know, Bones. I know." Jim kisses Bones’ hair again, pulling him closer, half to comfort Bones and half to hide his own tears in the man’s neck.

They stand there in the rain with soaked suits and rain running down their faces.

Then, with one last look at the headstone, they leave.