Vance is laughing. The relief is palpable. Vance isn’t so hurt or, worse yet, so angry wirth or hurt because of Robbie that he can’t laugh at Rob's jokes.

But it’s okay. They still fit the way they should. They’re going to be normal.

“Oh, don’t worry.” Robbie leans over to flip through the book, peels off a sticker, and plunks the neon bandage sticker into Vance’s temple. “They’ve got something for that.”