The way the palette screams hot summer night is incredible. I'm in a foggy 58° city at the moment. but I can feel and smell the humidity of a hot NY summer night. And I don't really mean metaphorically. As I read, I remembered the feeling of heat on my shoulders, and the smell of the humidity on the streets and sidewalks.

The first panel is especially effective: the reflections on the sidewalk, the headlights, the glow over the bar, the way the air looks hot and shimmery.

The colors are always stunning in OP, but they keep getting better. It's miraculous and beautiful.

Also... Larry! Still hot, still a great friend. Larry will always have Will's back. And he's that friend who actually *wants* to hear about your therapy. I mean, he brought it up. You're a prince, Larry.

I am mesmerized by the grace and love, expressed entirely through gesture, of Mar offering Jane the last cigarette, Jane understanding the question from 20 yds. away, her "go ahead, please!" wave, and Eve's ambient gymnastics in the background, reminiscent of her love fairy form as well as her good/bad spirits (angels?).

Such a light touch. And such a powerful visceral reaction.