"Adorable?" Vic snorted. "Don't you mean hyperactive and hormone-crazed? I think you'd need a cocktail party more than a pizza one to survive us." He was just about to explode from the effort of not touching the stuffed crust comment, because there was really only so casual and rude you could be around your faculty advisor, no matter how cool he was.
As for going home, he shrugged and stuffed a bit more chow mein in his mouth. "Yeah, I guess so," he answered after he'd - mostly - finished chewing and swallowing. "I'm looking forward to seeing my folks, anyway. Probably just gonna hang out for a few days and then come back. Fairbury's not quite as...welcoming...as it used to be, y'know?"
Not that he could complain. Not at all. His parents still loved him, and the town had pretty much dropped the worst of the harassment when he'd moved away, so long as he didn't get in anyone's face on visits...which he did on occasion, because he apparently just sucked at letting sleeping dogs lie.