Chapter 15
By the time Nick’s fight came around, Tab had…composed himself.
Ish.
He had armed himself with his notebook and a pencil, and maybe it wasn’t the best way to handle things and maybe it would get him funny looks from everyone, but f**k it. He was going to do what he always did at times of crisis—draw. Portraits took time and effort to be good; portraits took concentration and realism and skill.
Maybe comics did for other people, too, but not Tab. Tab could whack out a rough comic sketch in five minutes, and now…well. Now he’d do it in three. Peanuts, after all, didn’t take long to draw at all.
And by the time Nick’s fight came around, Tab had gotten a bit of practice in. You know. To calm himself down and—not think about what Nick had said to Allen out there.
It wasn’t easy
