That all sounded really boring. In the most fascinating way possible. Xander didn't quite take a seat himself, but he did lean back against the wall that wasn't terribly far from where Buffy herself was seated. "There are only two parts of your day that seem all that appealing," Xander said, arms folding across his chest, "and you made the eating and sleeping sound completely and entirely boring. I didn't think that was possible." Eating and sleeping. Ahhh, what a way to live. If only that was all people like him had to do. He envied those guys who were still living in their parents basements with nothing to do but play WOW twenty-four seven. He almost wished that his parents had let him do the same when he had been in that position. It would have been way less depressing and a lot more funtastic.
"You guess?" Xander almost laughed. "Buffy, you're acting miserable. What's the problem? Who do I need to punch?"
Funny, Xander offering to punch someone in the face for Buffy. But then so was the rest of his life. All one big, funny, comedic tragedy.