"I know, Pete, believe me. I know how you feel. We've been best friends for how long? And I'm not saying to go back to total Russian, Lord knows I have no idea what you say or write when you do that, but Kitty misses the accent. She thought it sounded more like you, more like the you she remembered. Or something, I don't know, chicks are complicated." Bobby shrugged his shoulders, noticing that they felt lighter, even if it was just in his mind.
"No guessing. It will. I told her to do the same. So if you two get all kissy face against one another, even if it's just a little kiss, at least you'll two know, right?" Bobby laughed and slugged Pete gently in the arm. "She loved the chicken dance, I think. She kept fumbling over how plaid boxers were needed, I don't think she believed what she was saying. But yeah, she said they were necessary."
Bobby sighed again and shrugged. "Probably not the best idea, I know. But it got your attention. And really, sorry about your game. I'll replace it. I just thought if I started out with 'Hurr Kitty likes you', you'd end up calling me a liar or something because you were embarrassed." Bobby hesitated for a moment and then pushed himself forward, wrapping his arms around Pete's massive shoulders. "You're my best friend. So get happy, with Kitty and you as more than friends, or I'll kick your ass."