"Gotta get comfort somewhere, right, man?" Eric smiled.
The transaction was completed with a few buttons pushed on the register, the cash dropped in the right place, and the change made. He pulled out a bag that was more an advert for the previous NYC Comic-Con than for Comix'd, but the bags had been cheap; so, of course, Fred was going to use them til they were gone even if they were slightly out dated.
"I'll do it. And, hey, man, sorry bout the hand." He slid the comics into the bag and handed the bag with the receipt over. "You can come by anytime. Not like we're going anywhere."