“Hold still!” Angel tilted Seven’s head to align with hers. She was tiptoeing in front of her brother, hands stretching over his shoulders. They were inside his room. It was a cool evening and the sun took a dive West. The Soft tremble of Witt Lowry’s voice emanated from the Tablet-like Bluetooth speaker that sat on his dressing table.“Look, if you don’t want me to do this properly, tell me. So I can go and watch Nickelodeon. They’re showing the Thundermans.” Angel grumbled when Seven moved slightly, disrupting her hands as they tightened something on Seven’s neck.Seven chuckled uncomfortably. “Sorry, I don’t think I’m ready for this.”“If you’re not ready, I’m ready. You have no idea how long I have waited for this moment.”“Huh?”“Sometimes I actually look at you with pity. The loneliness echoing in your laughter