"Hey." Wayne was sitting on his bed, lots of drawing spread out around him. A few of Sally, some of other Puffs and a few of comic book characters he had thought up. The one he was working on was a drawing of the two of them in their costumes. He was pretty sure Sally would like it better than a picture.
"All right. So." Wayne wasn't the confrontational type. But she never had things to tell him before. He always knew everything. This felt like.. well it wasn't good. And Wayne suspected it had something to do with Harold.