Continuation of Sebestian POV:

Sebestian placed the damp cloth next to the sink and inspected the result of my work.

"Allen", he said, when he was satisfied. "Come here."

Sebestian had found that with their bodies, it was easier; they were simpler and less fragile than their minds. They didn't hurt at a mere word and didn't flinch when confronted with an unpleasant thought. They were direct and honest; they showed us what they wanted and what they needed deep down. All the doubts Sebestian kept having were wiped away when Allen pressed against him with a sigh and her finger started raking through his hair, massaging his scalp.

"So,...