Re: Tandy/Alex: the comic book store
[Denial was a definitive thing. Tandy wasn't denying the purchase of comics, it was black and white. Binary. The comics had been purchased, what was in question was the purpose of purchase, and that could itself, be accidental. Theoretically Billy could understand what it was to have pride that everything you owned was yours in the technical and literal sense, but the purchase was the equivalent of Sabrina forgetting that pride bruised, stung. None of this showed on the surface because self-control was just as indefinable and all-consuming as pride. Tandy looked at peace; this was a mistake. That was all.]
Thanks. [He flashed a smile at Alex that was unruffled, kind of chill. Appreciative that Alex was doing him a solid while he, Tandy, was untangling the confusion that ended up with a $200 purchase. No commission made this eminently less difficult to untangle, he wasn't going to take money from the kid by de-purchasing comics that were significantly high in value.]
Do it. Saga's a good one, the art's pretty typical of the genre now it's moved on. Or do you mean the stack? Because there's a range from gold to silver age. [He was in his groove now. Chill, groove and Tandy glanced down at what the kid was doing with his foot, and his eyebrows flexed.] There's a place in the Capital that you can pick up stuff no one has used. [Casual, casual.] It's on the bus route. The stop just before the final station. It looks like ass but it's barely used and you can pick out decent stuff.
[And with the life pro-tip, Tandy slid his weight over his knees and straightened up. Height, and he smiled at Alex.] Thanks for picking them out. I'll come back. [For his own stuff.]