[ID: A four page comic of Travis and Gable sitting at a table and drinking. [Note: This is lengthy.]
Travis: āAnd hereās the really funny partā [extended em dash] thereās a lot that in hindsight is just hysterical but this bit still gets me,ā
Travis is shown looking into his glass. āI almost had-ā His words turn into scribbles. Thereās a sloppy second speech bubble where the scribbles continue and eventually turn into a black mess.
Travis, from off panel: ā*sigh.*ā
A small wide-shot panel of Travis sliding something to Gable across the table.
A close up of the object: a plaque that says, āa kid.ā
A larger panel that shows the previous plaque as well as a new one that says, āI almost had a kid.ā
Medium shot of Gable from the perspective of Travis. They are holding the plaques in each hand. āOh. Uh. Sorry for your loss?ā
Travis, arms crossed and head tilted back: āThatās the funny thing. I donāt know about loss. I never wanted to be a parent. [The words āparentā hangs crooked in the speech bubble]. Not like I wouldāve been a good one.ā
Wide shot above the table showing their hands but not their faces.
āI donāt think thatās true.ā
āCome on Gable Iām only telling you this because I can usually trust you not to bullshit me.ā
āJonnitās not a child. And he has a real family already. He can take care of himself, really all we do is give him bad advice and let him get into life threatening situations.ā
Travis lifts one of his hands from where his arms are crossed on the table and rests his head in the hand. āAnd not to make this even more of a Travwilliam sob story hour than it already is but i donāt exactly have a great example of fatherhood to look up to.ā
Travis has his head face down on the table and his hands in his hair. His drink is spilled. From here on for the rest of the page, the handwriting for Travisās speech is much sloppier. āAnd I havenāt even gotten into the [scribble]. Fuck. I donāt know what I wouldāve done if I had to watch it get older than me.ā
Travis crosses his arms in front of where his head rests on the table. āI donāt know why Iām still thinking about this itās fine it didnāt happen. I got out of it i got out of the house i weasel out of everything one way or another.ā
Wide shot of Gable holding a large jug.
Travis, off panel: āCan you pass me that jug on the floor.ā
āTravis this is what we used to get the scmolluck off the boat.ā
āWhat? Itās not gonna kill me. You drink up too I donāt want you remembering this conversation either.ā /end ID]
