It's a familiar look. A familiar act, even, the same playful displeasure that they've pouted at each other for years upon years. They can both make nearly the same expression, after all, Andrew's slightly more polished and Edgar's slightly more raw.

Two sides of absolutely the same exact coin.

"Absolutely, Andrew," he grins. An actual, properly pleased little grin, if only for a moment. "Listening to you ramble taught me long, long ago to be bored absolutely out of my mind."

Time now for a pleased bump of forehead to forehead.