"Why would it be weird?" Sunny asks, with a sudden smile, rubbing the corner of his eye to ease an itch, but he tips his head in a no sort of gesture. "My mom was raised Buddhist, but it was sort of a secular place to be, growing up. I'm not really anything. I'm guessing someone tried it at you, if it didn't sink in?"

His whole childhood was weird. He likes to think his mom must have known something, and that the echoed pangs of affection he has for them are simply that in return for him as well instead of complete, hurt confusion on the rift that developed, the one he was basically born with. Raising a stranger in your house must have been as strange for them as it was for him.

"I never met any angels, so I can't say I believe in them," he concedes.