#like of course he is

[ID: self portrait of the artist casually browsing a bookshelf, text nearby reading ‘me going about my day’. In the second panel a large metal weight that days “what if Lucius is legit dead” falls onto their head, causing them to drop the book and bite their tongue. In the last panel the artist is crouched on all fours, bleeding, crying, and depressed. /End ID]

One fear