"One, 21 guns,
Lay down your arms,
Give up the fight,
One, 21 guns,
Throw your arms into the sky,
You and I..."
~21 Guns.

I walked into the basement, to see Seb on the treadmill, sniper bag slung across his back.

"Hey." He said, not looking over at me.

"Hi." I replied. "Where's your boyfriend?"

He glanced at me, then. "Kirsty, you don't mind? That I'm going out with a guy?"

"No. Course I don't. Why'd you ask?"

"Well, just thought... Our parents..." Sebastian turned back to the machine.

"I thought we'd decided not to talk about them." I said.

"You're right. But you don't mind?"

"Seb, I always speak my mind. If I'd minded I would have said."

He smiled slightly, stopped the treadmill, and jumped off. "Thanks."

"But, what I do mind..."
His face fell.
"...Is your lack of t-shirt." I finished.

Seb grinned, and lit a cigarette.

"Oh, please!" I groaned. "That's another thing I mind."

"Can't have everything." Seb laughed, tossing the sniper bag onto a sofa.

I heard footsteps on the stairs. Moriarty walked towards us.
"Sebby..." he stopped as he saw my brother's bare torso. "mm... Anyhow, it's time."

Seb nodded, and pulled the sniper bag off the sofa. With the other hand he picked up his discarded t-shirt.

I walked over to the rack, and picked up the second sniper bag. Seb's looked like a cricket bag, and mine looked like a hockey bag.

We thew the bags into the back of the van, and climbed in, Moriarty following in his car.

This is continued! Just a lot further on in the book!