“Maybe you should stop tagging," Castor says.
Ajax's face tilts down, his expression echoing a difficult thought. "I can't. Not yet."
"Jax," Pallas begins, like he's gearing up to give his brother a
lecture.
"I will-," Ajax interrupts. "But not just yet. There's one more thing I have to do."
"What's that?" Castor asks.
Ajax smiles. "I promised someone I'd paint the sky.”