Jim's hands fist in the thighs of his pants. "You fed me some bullcrap about your joints and you're gonna be dead in less than a fucking year?"
He stalks closer, glaring at Bones, then turns abruptly. Two steps back. Doesn't want to start an actual physical fight. But he can't help turning back again to face him. "How dare you not TELL me!"
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Jim's hands fist in the thighs of his pants. "You fed me some bullcrap about your joints and you're gonna be dead in less than a fucking year?"
He stalks closer, glaring at Bones, then turns abruptly. Two steps back. Doesn't want to start an actual physical fight. But he can't help turning back again to face him. "How dare you not TELL me!"