They’re still coloring superheroes together. A blue crayon that is comically tiny in Saint’s large hand moves across the paper, and Decker’s genuine smile is wide and infectious as he watches him. I feel like I’m watching something private that I shouldn’t be seeing, a side of Saint that I honestly wasn’t even sure existed until now. Decker says something, looking up at him with a sweet smile, and Saint nods, a smile of his own spreading his too-handsome face.
