bones or scotty
Jesus, Nonie, you stumped me right out of the gate.
This is difficult. This is incredibly difficult.
Oh the one hand, Bones and I have a lot in common.
Potentially a good thing, and potentially a disaster.
A list of our less wholesome traits, including, but certainly not limited to -
- Arrogant. (whooo, lord, the ego in this relationship, though).
- Emotionally repressed (say what you will about Bones, this man bottles things up, and you won’t convince me otherwise).
- Terrible communicators.
- Unlikely to apologize.
I love the idea of dating Bones, truly I do. It was my knee-jerk response, and I would jump at the chance.
Both in general, and for me, specifically.
I think Scotty could reign me in. Scotty is patient. Scotty has a good sense of humor. Scotty is incredibly smart. Scotty is a total teddy bear, but he wouldn’t be afraid to call me on my bullshit.
Well, they could both call me on my bullshit, but Bones would do it sassily, and which would set me off, and then we would sass and sass and sass until we both just… asphyxiate on our own sass.
Scotty would be gentler about it. I think he would disarm me, where Bones would put me on the defensive.
Bones and I would be explosive. Fiery and passionate, or going down in epic flames. It would be, to borrow his own words, glorious failure, or glorious victory.
Scotty is the safer option. We would balance a little better, probably.