“Just warning,” Keith said. “Necromancy isn’t popular, at least not in practice. But neither is dying if you don’t have to.”
Cain shrugged. “I go back and forth thinking of myself as having died once and thinking of pre-zombie Cain as a different person who’s dead. More the latter since I stopped talking to my parents.”
“Right,” Theo said. “We were going to work on that estranged parent thing.” He glanced out the window at the random suburb they were passing, meeting the ethereal eyes of the Watcher, glinting in the glass. “Yeah… I’m one to talk.”
After five seconds of pondering, Fulin laid his hand on Theo’s thigh and Cain stirred in his arms, meeting his eyes.
Paris looked on with a grin. “We’ll be a happy, post-modern family. One top, one bottom, their punk zombie kid and an overgrown dog.”
Fulin faked a growl.
Paris shook his head. “Bottom, hand me the spray bottle. Our mutt is acting out.”
“The bottom has a name,” Theo said.
“And it’s not Cain,” Cain contributed flatly.
Paris sank into his seat with a chuckle. “This isn’t the family I thought I wanted but fuck me do I want it.”
“Oh,” Fulin made. “I meant to ask, my prince. Am I invited tomorrow when business gets real?”
Paris hummed. “I mean, we were going to do it all subtle since it’s a bit, uh, controversial and done mostly out of necessity.”
“Come on,” Theo said. “He’s going to be part of that family and you know it, even if you keep pretending he’s your nemesis.”
Keith twisted in his seat. “Wait! Wait wait wait. The big thing is happening tomorrow already?”
Paris grabbed Theo’s hand with a wide grin. “Matrimony so god willing. Slavery otherwise.”
“Explain?” Juniper demanded and turned the stereo down.
Paris sighed and dropped Theo’s hand. “Now I feel like we should have kept them in the loop.”
Theo shrugged. “You’re not used to being spontaneous. Can’t blame you.”
Fulin huffed. “The mutt can.”