|Punk Rock Ghost Boy|
|First Appearance||Reaching Out|
|* Reaching Out|
Miles gestured grand around the hallway. “Where do we start painting?”
“Well.” I went through my bags from the hardware store. “I know you live dangerously, but I don’t. So. We tape up the trim and spread out some sheets over the floor and then get started with the base coat.”
I handed him the drop cloth.
“Is this a ghost joke?”
I stared at him a minute.
“You handed me the sheets to drape around.” He said plainly.
“Oh, oh no!”
The corners of his mouth lifted into a wide toothy smile. “Nah, just fucking with you. I got this.”