[ Bones shrugs, waving a hand dismissively. It's awkward enough as it is, sharing a part of himself that he keeps so hidden from others. ]

This is the last place I'd wanna be with anyone, at least you get it. Anyone else might've been... you know how it is. We're supposed to kill our old selves and all that.

[ Even saying it feels wrong, when all Bones' family has done is put cookies in the oven. He's definitely torturing himself, trying to keep this dream together, but he wants to cling to it as long as he can, intruder or no. ]

I guess I was never too good at killing.