I don't own Bones or the Piano Man where the song line comes from. As Bones has taught us, never leave things unsaid.
His eyes.
That's what got me, the look in his eyes as he kept on drinking, giving me an ultimatum. Our partnership, or…. What else was there? I could leave the bar with him knowing I cared for him, or I could stay, and have a drink.
"So," he said with a cracking voice "what's it gonna be?" He stared at me, straight in the eye. I didn't understand emotions very well, but this looked like a hurt expression. This made sense I suppose, given the proposal disaster.
He looked lonely and sad and hurt. He wouldn't let me help with most of those, but I could stay and make it so he wouldn't get lonely.
Yes they're sharing a drink they call loneliness, but it's better than drinking alone.
If fate existed, I'd think that song was it.
"Then I'll have a drink." I then sat down and did just that. After motioning for the bartender for more we silently let the scotch cloud our minds.
We drank for a few more hours, after about the forth he smiled and started throwing a few joke into the air for me to catch without really understanding them.
It was close to 3 a.m. when we finally decided to stop. We had work the next day and needed to get home. We called a cab and both got in, laughing at both the greatness and pain that the world offers.
When we got to his apartment building, he got out and motioned for me to come in with him. I almost got out.
Almost.
There was a small, sober part of my mind that knew getting out was a horrible idea. He said Hannah wasn't the rebound, second best, but I might be. I just stared at him for a few moments, looking into his drunken eyes. They were again misty and emotionless, like he didn't really know what he was doing, but I could almost hear his words in my mind:
Please come inside Bones, please.
I just smiled and put my hand on the side of his face. With a kiss on the cheek I slid back into my seat in the cab. He looked at me blankly for a few seconds and then smiled, for the first time tonight.
"Someday, Bones. Someday we'll be more than a drink."
With that promise he shut the cab door and walked into his building. The next morning when I'm vomiting that nights events into the toilet, I smile when I realized this would all be okay. We'd drink for a while, but someday we'll be more than that. I didn't mind waiting for long, not for him.
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