“I want my mum,” Damon complained and pouted.
This made everyone burst out laughing. When the noise had died down, Bone threw the fruit through the room, gifting each man a piece. Two were left and they ate them in companionable silence. When they were done, Bone edged closer and lowered his voice.
“Look, I’ve been thinking,” he began.
“Yes, I want to marry you,” Damon grinned but Bone didn’t start laughing again, so it had to be something serious.
“Listen. Our contracts are up for renewal and I know you don’t feel it anymore, same as I. So I was thinking, why don’t we spend some time on the road, like we always wanted to, you know, get a couple of Harleys and go up the coast, clear our heads, meditate and shit and figure out what the hell we are supposed to do now.”
“You wanna meditate?” Damon grinned.
“Hey, that’s real good for you,” Bone said.
“So is yoga,” Damon grinned.
“Yes, it is,” Bone said.
Damon squinted.
“If you’re asking me for pink yoga pants for your birthday present, I’m gonna shove them up your ass!” he stated.
“Pink doesn’t suit me,” Bone remarked drily. “That’s more your colour.”
“Fuck you!”
They both chuckled again.
“Well, what do you think?” Bone asked.
“I say, I’m game, if you get me out of here,” Damon said with a groan. “If I have to stay here another day, I’m gonna go insane and shoot somebody.”
Bone grinned and reached into his jacket’s inside pocket, extracting a letter from it.
“Your official release papers,” he said.
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