"Happy birthday, Ryan! Look what I brought you." Ethan said, sitting in his wheelchair, holding a shopping bag.
"Man, Ethan, you shouldn't have brought anything," Ryan said with a resigned smile, taking the shopping bag from him. He opened it to find six comic books.
"Love of a Widow," "Lonely Weekends of a Mature Woman"...
Ryan's mouth twitched. "What on earth are these?"
Ethan chuckled awkwardly, "You're always buried in those serious novels. Thought you might enjoy some comics to relax a bit."
"Sorry, I didn't have any spare cash, so I could only afford some discounted adult comics."
Ryan paused, feeling a pang of guilt. "Damn, I really should've..." He held the comics carefully. "I'll make sure to read them."
"Good," Ethan nodded, knowing full well he wasn't short on cash. These comics definitely had another purpose.
