4chan hadn't really meant for the bag to break, he'd just threw it- not thinking too far ahead at all. About anything. About being here. His hazy gaze stilled, as Peter stepped just that extra inch or so away from him, and he sighed, heavily, swooping right up into his space again. His hand hovering for a tie, or a- something to grab onto. He ended up with a fistful of blazer, though not harshly. More in a tugging manner, like a child trying to get the attention of a much larger parent. One could say he didn't mean anything by it, given the situation and his level of maturity, but- he did.
"That's okay. I'll go." he murmured, foggy breath cluttering his atmosphere- purposefully or not. Thick with weed, the scent of laziness, procrastination. An ugly creature, by any means, despite looking quite harmless- pink, even, on the outside. "For every minute I take from you- I take from yours tenfold. Your people. You're practically feeding them to me." he smiled, and made something of a faux cuddling motion, the way a cat might, should it want to be petted.
"I just didn't want to leave until I was entirely sure you understood how much I appreciate you." he grinned, pointing to the coffee.