There are ways in which Kevin is like a younger Arthur dialed to eleven.
Tedd's just like me for real for real
An unfortunate irony of this page is that I stayed up several hours late to finish the previous page for Wednesday, and I 100% should not have done that.
I should've said "whoops, it's now a Friday comic because some of the writing additions took me a century, my bad."
But no. I felt a strong personal obligation to get it done.
Which brought me to another revelation:
The farther I get into this story, the more I realize how much of the stuff about Tedd in it is semi-autobiographical.
I knew SOME of it was, including the "staying up late sometimes" part, but it's dawned on me how much more I have in common with Tedd in this story than I knew when I started it.
I feel personally attacked. How dare I.