“Do you believe in God?”
Sebastian startled so badly that for a moment Owen was worried he was going to fall right off the ladder he perched on. Owen chuckled and stepped forward to steady it, eyeing a can of paint that sat beside Sebastian, as if gaze alone could keep it in place. “Sorry, I didn’t mean to spook you.” Owen tilted his head and squinted up. “What are you doing, anyway?”
“Painting,” Sebastian replied, his expression saying it was an obvious answer to a pointless question. The ladder stood at the top of the first flight of stairs, and Sebastian was propped on one of the rails, halfway up, carefully drawing white paint around the window frame that looked out over the street. His hair had been pulled back and then twisted into a loose half-bun-half-multi-looping-tail; purple s
