[ Bones releases the loudest, most dramatic, put out sigh. He knew it was no use arguing with his maker, but damned if he wasn't going to try. Their reprimands are especially biting, because it's definitely bad practice to just follow your gut and assume you'll be okay. And he knows Karma would do it too -- Bones didn't just get his scalpeling thing from nowhere. (It's affectionate. They're normal. For vampires.) ]

Fine. I'll hate it, but I'll... I'll be good. I'll take it easy.

[ He says that like it's a bad thing. He just wants to be useful. But he understands. If he was his own doctor, he'd strap him to the bed to make sure he didn't leave. He hangs his head, closing his eyes in defeat. ]

You think the library has any books on the curse I could take out? You know I don't read fiction.

[ Medical journals or bust. ]