After a long day of school you decided to sprawl out on your bedroom floor with comics and graphic novels absolutely geeking out. You even had some figurines out

Reading through the comics thoroughly and happily. The action packed pictures filling your vision. A sudden hit os cherry scented smoke hit your nostrils, the second hand smoke filling your lungs. It was Price.

He stood in your doorway smoking a cigar, looking down at you with awe. "Well aren't you adorkble," he says, with pure admiration. He takes a drag of his cigar and leans against the doorway, proud of his dorky son that was geeking out over some comics.