“I don’t care if you’re hungover,” the little boy said, following Marcus, who was clearly annoyed. Marcus rolled his eyes and let out an exasperated sigh.

“You promised me, if I brought you a sandwich, you’d draw a Sabretooth fighting Spider-Man!” the little boy, Mike, said, disappointment and irritation lacing his voice as he trailed him through the comic store.

Marcus scowled, squeezing his eyes shut for a second before rolling his face. “Fuck off, Mike,” he said, annoyance dripping from every word.