The funny thing about the bond that they shared was that sometimes Mister Smith caught a glimmer of what Bliss was thinking or, more specifically, feeling. He glanced over at his friend and caught him contemplating the brush in his hands.

"Wait. I think you missed a spot," he said. When Bliss turned to look at the wall, Smith flicked his wrist and sent a thin splatter of paint from his brush across the back of Bliss's wings.