Getting back into the apartment had been no easier than Owen’s mind had questioned it would be when he’d taken the leap out. Even with the running start, Owen had done more hanging then climbing for the first several minutes. By the time he’d caterpillared himself through the window, and dropped to the floor on the other side, both his knees and several toes were scraped raw, and his fingertips were throbbing. He’d turned back to give Sebastian a thumbs up, but Sebastian was already gone. As was the chair, and the candle. Only the stones from the plums remained.
They’d done nothing more than talk, about what Owen couldn’t really say if he’d been asked to, but Sebastian had the wildest sense of conversation that Owen had ever come across. Realistically, it was like talking to a child; idea
