"I don't know, I at least need my first aid kit," Eddie said, prodding at what looked to be the deepest scratch. Jamie was right that it probably didn't need stitches, but Eddie didn't even want to think about the bacteria that might've been under those claws.

There was no way that thing ever washed its hands.

At Jamie's teasing, Eddie's cheeks darkened and he choked on a laugh, his voice a strangled squawk as he said, "It's right in my face, what do you think?"

It really was right there, and feeling bold, Eddie reached out, gripping one of Jamie's wiggling butt cheeks and giving him a playful shove.

"You're a freak," he accused, without any heat.