[ They say life, or perhaps un-life isn't a race. So even if it taken them years to find something worth doing, Bones is glad they've found themselves here after all that. ]

Shit, that's a good idea. Mind if I join you?

[ He can kinda sense that this is an invitation, but Bones is polite. He's going to ask, even if he'd still turn up at the stables the next morning regardless. And when Edgin kisses him like that, soft and sweet, how can he do anything but smile? ]

Might be a bear on account of 'is claws. [ This is the emptiest complaint you've ever heard, Edgin. The emptiest. Especially with how Bones brings his arms forward to wrap around Edgin's waist, and pull him into a soft embrace. Yes, very menacing. ] I hear he's crotchety as hell, an' doesn't take anybody's shit.