When the door opened, Bobby had a confused look on his face as Pete spoke. Glancing at the television, all became clear and Bobby actually gasped. "No...way," he murmured, shoving the pizza and breadstick box to Pete a millisecond before moving over to the television. He touched the Super Nintendo gently, like he would a newborn puppy or a lover recovering from climax. "It's beautiful," he murmured.
Clearing his throat, Bobby shot back up to his feet and shrugged his shoulders. "On me tonight. You get next time." His tone was distracted, his hand waving away any form of payment. By the time he went back to his room, Pete would pay for the pizza in spades if Bobby questioned him just right. "You got any drinks?" He asked moving over to Pete's desk and plopping down in the seat. "It's meat lovers," he added, rolling the chair across the floor to get some plates from Pete's stash. "Breadsticks were free anyone. I hearts the internet."