"I like being paid in coffee and comics..." Ciaran said after a second of thought, that seemed more reasonable to him. He needed comics, didn't need money. Made sense. And now he had food, all his favourites, it was nice to live with someone that really knew him. Reed never had to ask, he just knew, that was what Ciaran needed.
"Reed...if my art makes a lot of money, you know what we should do? We should get the stuff so I can make figures. I mean, I know I can't make ones of comic people that exist..." he'd had that talk with Reed a few times, copyright infringement meant he couldn't make and sell what was already made, it was nailed into his head now. "...but I can make new characters of people and make them, like she said, us superheroes. I don't know...I want to make things that aren't pencils and crayons. I need more stuff."
He was used to more supplies than they could afford, though he had been remarkably patient about it.