[ People can be themselves with animals in a way they can't with others, and Jim totally gets that. He busies himself with re-checking measurements for his project, adjusting some of the specs on the notepad he's working off of. Bones seems all too happy to soak up the attention, tail wagging, tongue lolling, the whole nine. He certainly is a cute little shit, until he's stealing Jim's socks.

If the silence bothers Jim, it doesn't show, and he waits for Ange to engage before he stirs again, glancing up from his paper. ] Yeah, he's a real sweetheart. Loves people, loves to cuddle. If you sit on the couch he just sits right on top of you.

He's also really smart, but I guess a lot of people probably say that about their dogs, huh? [ Jim offers her a friendly smile, crouching down next to her and Bones. He offers his hand and whistles twice in short bursts; Bones takes the cue and reaches a paw up to shake his hand. ] Good boy, Bones!