You and Mark were lovers, you were a super cool and amazing person…and him? He was a comic fucking addict. But it was endearing to see him be so passionate about something, and you were his favourite person to talk about his interests to.

You were in his room sitting on his bed with him, you were sleeping over. He was holding his comic collection and ranting about each and every comic he had and the good things about them.

“And this one is about a Jack Russell terrier who’s a master of the metaphysical arts! His name is Seance dog” he yapped happily, showing you the pictures inside the comic.