"What unholy trash are you singing? Because whatever that is, it's probably the worst thing I've ever heard, not the singing mind you, but the lyrics. Terrible," Shaking his head as he moved further inside and began to look around the room. Hands dipping into his pockets.
"I am beginning to think this Tim doesn't actually exist, I've yet to see him at any of your things. Is he your other personality?" Peter grinned but then shrugged, "But good! Apartment to ourselves, means we can fix a robot without Tim. As if that is any different than fixing one with him."