[ Bones may not be one for PDA, but Edgin doesn't need to ask. He takes Edgin's hand, though he's certainly looking anywhere but at Edgin. Really, if anyone else happens to look his way, Bones will glare them straight to death.
God, what is he, fifteen? Doesn't stop him from feeling a little warmer, just with so simple a thing as this. ]
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God, what is he, fifteen? Doesn't stop him from feeling a little warmer, just with so simple a thing as this. ]
's nice. All that fancy stuff just feels... fake.