You! You with your porn and your plot and your fluff and your "He cannot help but love me. He chooses to love you."

You are breaking me! (And I kinda sorta love you for it.)

I love your Bones. I want to take him home and cuddle him and make him feel better and surround him with kittens and puppies and rainbows. However, as I wouldn't be capable of doing half the job Jim and Spock are, I suppose he's in the right place.