Potatoes and beef. Lots of beef. Jamie smiled, arms folded in a delicate stitch—just happy to gaze upon Jon. “They're very good ways.” x.com/Northisms/stat…

“Mmh. . I guess I normally am at the interesting ones.” Jamie smiled, keeping close to Jon as a way to easily touch and or catch the details. x.com/Northisms/stat…

“A bit! Some bone fragments and an Arrowhead.” That was a lot of success for an archeologist—who probably knew these dead folk at one time. . Back at Culloden. x.com/Northisms/stat…

“You look like you're dreaming, Sassenach,” Jamie inquested, unbuttoning the first two clasps of his flannel to breathe. That shirt was struggling with his pectorALS. x.com/Northisms/stat…

“You know what happened last time you came to a site—.” Jon and Jamie always got caught; not that the Scotsman wasn't appreciative. . He smirks. x.com/Northisms/stat…

“Well—I've been taking a lot of the findings to my hotel. . I have equipment set up there, so I can clean the pieces.” Jamie lightly dug his shoe into the ground, humming lightly. x.com/Northisms/stat…

“Uhm. .” Jamie looked around, knowing he would feel bad if he didn't have something for Jon to help with. “Oh! We need to cover the ditch with a tarp.” x.com/Northisms/stat…

“Yeah, this old thing.” The object was prodded and eventually unfolded, large enough to cover the trench his team had created. “English rain is our worst enemy, so I need to cover our findings.” x.com/Northisms/stat…

Pops. He's here.

Rests his pretty red head on Jon's lap.

Squirms comfortably.

Jamie didn't mind the movement, seeing as he slept like a rock—a hand remaining on Jon's back at all times. He was a festive Scotsman, calmly unconscious with the aid of s comfortable atmosphere. x.com/Northisms/stat…

Jamie is just as tired. His arms stretched, making a sound of repressed exhaustion before continuing to rub Jon's arms. He's wide awake. x.com/Northisms/stat…

“Like I haven't slept in ages.” Jamie grinned, fingers kneading at Jon's lower back like a feline. He loved the muscular physique Jon had. x.com/Northisms/stat…

Jamie just took a moment to envy Jon in the gentle lighting—which was mainly supplied by his Christmas tree. “Hungry or thirsty?” He wanted Jon to be as comfortable as possible. x.com/Northisms/stat…

“No, I'm fine—.” He was warm and didn't want to move. Jamie locked his hands over Jon's back and proceeded to close his hues for a couple of minutes—taking in the ambiance. “You can always help yourself, you know.” x.com/Northisms/stat…

“Good, Sassenach.” His fingers delicately parted through Jon's hair, massaging his scalp as a means to comfort his koala. Jamie was such a touchy person, but he meant it out of affection—making sure to keep those tendrils away from Jon's face. x.com/Northisms/stat…

“Me neither.” His hand fluttered to remain on Jon's nape, smiling at the smallest gestures that were offered. It was a sweet moment, and Jamie was clearly grateful for it. x.com/Northisms/stat…

“Don't thank me. .” He murmured, so comfortable with how everything was—just making sure Jon's needs came first. x.com/Northisms/stat…

“You do,” Jamie insisted, rubbing Jon's back in gentle circles as a means to relax him. x.com/Northisms/stat…