Ghost, maybe flirting, "You have good bones."
Kyle, only half-lucid on morphine and maybe a concussion, still aware that his elbow bone is definitely not in his elbow: "fuckin hell. yeah. thanks mate"
Kyle, days later, after the hospital, "wait. The fuck?"
Ghost, also later, "I like your bones. ┐( ˘_˘)┌ They are good."













