Holy shit, OW, that was hot coffee up the nose. And all over his fingers as Gabe hurriedly set his cup down again. "What the fuck, dude?" he wheezed, sort of trapped halfway between coughing and laughing. He peered uncertainly at Pete, waiting for the punchline, but... wow. "You've really got better at that whole deadpan thing," Gabe noted, because usually Pete would be helpless with laughter by now, not looking back at him all wide-eyed and... earnest? "Have you been practicing in the mirror?"