“Hey. I know this is weird. But do you remember asking me about my graphic novel? I’d like to tell you about it. Over coffee. If you’re still around.”
Then came the scene that broke him. Not the waxing. Not the drunken singing of “Age of Aquarius.” The scene where the old man, the one who’d sold him the action figures, gave him the speech.
He unpaused.
The file sat in the corner of Andy’s external hard drive like a fossil.