[ Scuse you he is a golden sunrise of sunflowery joy. ]

You do, huh? Me too, over in San Francisco. Can't say I ever fell in a fountain there, though. [ Shrugging off his leather jacket, Jim drapes it on the edge of the fountain and starts unbuttoning the flannel shirt underneath, stolen off Bones' washing pile. Jim still has a yellow tee on underneath, he'll be fine once he hands the long-sleeve over. ] Here you go, you can use this.

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