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Leonard "Bones" McCoy

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[galacticmalpractice]

I know, Ed.

[ Bones reaches and sets a hand on Edgin's shoulder, squeezing tight in reassurance. ]

You didn't come here for me to make you sad. And I ain't looking to make things hurt worse.

[ He smiles, knowing exactly how bad it hurts, when your mistakes feel like wounds are on display. ]

How about this? How about we plan our next date. I know you said you'd take me stargazing, and I'm lookin' forward to that, but I'm thinkin' the one after. You ever been out ridin'? Figure it might make for a change of pace.

[juiceofthevine]

[ Edgin laughs a little hollowly. He's trying, but none of this is easy. ]

I appreciate your confidence that I'm not going to totally botch our date.

[galacticmalpractice]

[ Bones shakes his head. He knows it's hard. He may not know what it feels like to have a broken bond, but heartbreak and heartache is an old hat.

He smirks, keeping his tone light. ]

Now how would you go an' do that? I already like spendin' time with you, so you can't go wrong doin' that under the stars.