Again, Best’s frenemyship really seems to be the most effective antidote to Byron’s depression we’ve got going. Byron immediately pulls it together for a finishing move here and in the next page, he’ll even get a little bit salty with Best. His suicidal impulse is forgotten, for now.

We clashed hard over whether Best should kinda set up his own joke with “What kind of bastard do you think I am?” or whether it’d be better to have him say “What kind of a PERSON did you think I was,” have Byron come back with “A bastard?” and then have Best jump on the line more spontaneously. Looking at this again, I can’t believe we wasted that much energy: they’re both perfectly fine.