"Steve!" Harrow shouts. He holds his arms out wide and grins at the sight of his pal, all 90 lbs of him. "My man, come on, sit down!"

He pats the bench invitingly and crosses his legs to give Steve a little more room next to him.

"You look nice, man. Drawing worked out for you, I see? Good to know something's goin' your way, my man. But what's this about your health? Last time we talked you said you had somethin'... What was it called again? Asmer?"