"Oh it's you," Bobby mocked, "Jeez, you wrote to me - you wanted my attention." So Rogue couldn't properly hug people, or at least she claimed to. Bobby was certain that she probably knew a way to hug him but clearly she didn't want to for fear of falling head over heels for him.
"I plan on reliving you of stress in the way that every society has seen fit," the young man smirked, "If you can't hold your liquor that's not my problem. It will however be on my phone - it takes great pictures." Though Rogue was an attractive girl, making out with her while either was drunk was probably one of the dumbest ideas known to man or mutant alike and not just because she'd suck the mojo out of him either - though that was a big reason as to why it wasn't the best idea.
In a way, that thought, that notion that Rogue couldn't get that close to anyone was part of the reason Bobby felt so determined to treat her like a normal person. They were friends, definitely but when she'd first come to the institute Bobby had taken it upon himself to be as good of a friend to her as possible. He only hoped that he was doing a decent job.
Bobby raised his bottle up, "Cheers," he replied. He too took a sip. "You're welcome. I figure manual labor constitutes a beer." Bobby nodded to the window, "There a reason you jumped to do this? I live here and I don't volunteer to do bullshit tasks."