"Release," Rishi answered, before he could really consider censoring himself. To Pappa and Ma, he was careful to always say comics were just a fun hobby, inconsequential. They were more magnanimous about them that way. "It's like taking a giant helium balloon full of your worries and just letting it go."
The lobby was huge, marble floored, and echoing with excited chatter from all the students and exhibitors. A giant banner, similar to the one at the table Kevin Keo had been manning the other day, hung in the center of the space and said, WELCOME TO LITTLE COMIC CON! YOU CAN TURN YOUR ART INTO A CAREER. LET US HELP!
There was a gigantic poster of Naruto Uzumaki hanging from the stair banister. Someone in the department obviously loved anime. Booths with giant banners showcasing various other famous comic characters dotted the space-Rishi saw everything from Pokémon to Harley Quinn to the Hulk. Across the floor, Rishi spotted someone at a crowded booth. His breath caught in his throat. "Oh my gods." Heart pounding, he grabbed Dimple's hand without thinking and then immediately let go. "It's Leo Tilden."
"Who?" Dimple followed his gaze. "Who's that?"
"He made this totally amazing character, Platinum Panic, for a series of graphic novels. I read them all when I was, like, ten. It's sort of what got me started on comics. He has these amazing YouTube videos too." He rubbed the back of his neck. It felt surreal, to see the man standing not ten yards away from him, after having hero-worshipped him from afar for nearly a decade, after having laughed at every YouTube joke. After having sent him embarrassing fan mail when he was eleven-not that he was about to divulge that piece of information to Dimple. Or the fact that he kept the postcard Leo had sent back, stapled to the last page of his sketch pad. It said, Semper pinge-Keep drawing always in Latin. Platinum Panic's catchphrase was Semper sursum-Always upward.
"Well, come on, let's go wait in line and meet the guy." Dimple grabbed his hand again and started toward the line.
Rishi didn't quite have time to process that (a) she'd grabbed his hand of her own accord and (b) how nice it felt, because he was beginning to freak out.
"Um, I don't know," Rishi said, pulling back.
All of this was happening too fast. It was too much. He'd said yes to Kevin Keo when he should've said no, now he was at this huge con, and his idol was right in front of him. He was slipping down some comic book rabbit hole. It was, he thought, like trying to stay away from the girl you desperately loved but who you knew was bad for you. You kept your distance, because that was the only way to save yourself. You kept your distance, because you knew if you didn't, you'd be helplessly and hopelessly caught up in everything you loved about her. Distance was the promise of safety. Without distance, Rishi knew the inexorable love for his art, for creation, would suck him in and never let go.
Dimple turned to him, eyes narrowed. "What do you mean, you don't know? You just said this guy's your idol, right?" Something in his expression softened her. She put a hand on his arm. "What's up?"
"I wasn't expecting all this." Rishi waved a hand in the general direction of Leo Tilden. "This was supposed to be small." He pointed to the welcome banner that said LITTLE COMIC CON . "See? Little. It's even in the name." He smiled, but his heart wasn't in it.
Dimple studied him for a second. "Are you afraid that you don't belong here? Or that you do?"
He looked at her, startled. How had she so quickly, so succinctly, verbalized everything he was feeling? "What are you, some kind of mind reader?"
Dimple smiled. "Look, we'll just go meet Leo Tilden, and then we can leave. You don't even have to let on that you draw or anything. You can pretend your costume is from some Indian comic they haven't heard of." She shrugged. "What do you have to lose?"
She was right. When he looked back on this in a year, when he was at MIT , he wouldn't remember any of these feelings. He'd remember meeting Leo Tilden. He'd always have that.
He nodded. "All right, Daria. And maybe after that we can go get some gelato or something."
Dimple grinned. "Let's do it."
CHAPTER 23
"Hi." Leo Tilden's distinctive voice, in real life. Wow.
Rishi smiled, but he wasn't fully sure he was smiling in a socially appropriate way. Meaning, he was baring his teeth. But the tall muscular man next to Leo Tilden-his assistant, Sven, probably-looked fairly perturbed. Dimple elbowed him in the side. "Um, h-hi. I'm, I'm a big Rishi." He heard Dimple snort. Oh my gods. Had he just said, I'm a big Rishi? "Fan," he corrected, feeling like his entire face was about to burst into flames. "I'm a big fan. My name is-"