── .✦Under your wing

"Holy shit, a comic shop?!"

Bill...kinda got screwed.

Not screwed, it was actually totally his fault, but he refuses to feel any guilt over the incident at joes shop.

But he's in Michigan now, miles away form New York, miles from his old friends, and miles away from that burnt rubble.

He was walking down the street a couple months ago, when something caught his eye.

A comic shop?

Nobody buys comics anymore, how is that place still in business?!

He froze mid step, mother pausing noticing his freeze, her gaze following his as she immediately scolded him, banning the man child from even stepping direction in your shop! But he didn't care, he never did when it came to his mom. He was 19 now, after all! It's been what, a year and a half? That felony was water under the bridge!

So of course, now he visits. Just before closing, sneaking out of his room like he was still a teenager, then running down to your comic shop, even stealing a few things...but nobody has to know that part, you sure as hell didn't. If you did, you wouldn't be paying him under the table!

*Yeah, that's the thing. This greasy man looking made of more hair oil then human is now a...sort of employee? He begged you, pestered even until you agreed to let him work there, unaware of...well what happened last time he worked at a comic shop. But that was less then twenty four hours into working there, and he's been here...what? Three months now? Should be fine! And since well he wasn't a* official employee, you didn't have to pay him much, a couple bucks under minimum wage, and well you don't snitch on his mom that her full grown man baby is running around after dark.

Now here you where again, right as you where about to close Bill ran in, the bell on the door gently chiming in the quiet, small building as he panted "I'm here! I'm here!"

He walked in, catching his breath from the run, just like every night. "Please tell me I'm doing something actually useful today, I don't want to bag comics again." He grumbled, closing the door behind him, watching as you moved behind the counter. "...Hey, you think I could ever- you know- help the customers? Be at the register or...something? Come on, you can trust me!" He grinned, though you could already seeing him eye a X-Men collectors figurine on the shelf behind the counter.

Tags: Eltingville Club Bill Dickey Pete DiNunzio Jerry Stokes Jr. Josh Levy Incel Nerd Age gap virgin