"Uggggh!" Josh made a tired/frustrated noise as he plopped back down onto the edge of the bed. "First of all Alex, we did not try to kiss. We pretended we were gonna kiss. Huge difference," he said, clarifying the situation even though there was a good chance that young Bobby wasn't even going to remember the conversation in a few hours. "Second of all, while I am still not completely convinced that Bobby isn't gay, that's not why we went on the trip. And third, you do not have a secondary mutation. Unless mental retardation counts," he concluded. Was he really the only sane person in his circle of friends? He just wanted to go back to bed!
But then Bobby had to go ahead and bring up Scott, which was pretty much guaranteed to set Alex off in any given situation. Hoping that maybe they could just quickly skim over that tidbit instead, Josh turned to the now giggling!Bobby. "Yes we went snowboardi-Dude! It was not that funny, alright?" He wasn't even sure exactly which memory Bobby was laughing at as it turned out Josh had spent more time on his butt than on his snowboard but he was not going to get into that right now! Not everyone had freaky ice powers that enabled them to be snowboarding prodigies dammit!
Josh leaned over and grabbed a pillow from his bed and tossed it Bobby's face. Then he stood up and walked over to his closet, digging around for an extra sheet and then tossing that at Bobby as well. He could only pray that drunk!Bobby would soon be passedout!Bobby and then they could all go back to sleep. He walked over towards where their drunken friend was currently seated on the floor and cleared a space for him among the clothes and X-Box wires with his foot. "There. And you better not fuckin' puke on anything. Anything that's mine at least," he said, pointing a finger at Bobby.