"No," Stan said plaintively shaking his head, "No, no, no, no, no - because if you had a bathroom you would be in it with your toothbrush and your towel and not here in my kitchen," He said it like it was the most logical thing in the world because it was the best he had at this point, he didn't know why or how or when but this was how it made sense, Octane had ended up in his house because he had not bathroom and it was tragic but this could not go on.
But Octane was there, throwing an arm around him and declaring that it had been the power of friendship that had done this, and Stan wore a look on his face that said everything that he wasn't just yet about how much he believed in something like that. Sure maybe if it was Richie or Eddie or Bev here suddenly with no explanation, not that any of them needed an explanation to be here, but that wasn't the point, the point was Stan didn't have the first clue what was going on and he felt like reality was shifting just a little bit, and it was making his head hurt trying to make sense of it.
"Wait, no - there are no death defying stunts, I've done enough of those in my life." He said shrugging out of Octanes grasp, thankfully his new maybe sort of friend was going to do the best thing ever and that was go home, or at least go somewhere else for a little while. Right up until he wasn't.
Stan felt it too, that tug when Octane tried to leave, like it was pulling at him to follow, but he wasn't moving and so they both seemed to be stuck and his eyes went wide looking down like he might see something tying them together only to see nothing at all. "Oh do not ask me that." He said groaning, "You think I have any answers for this?" He scoffed. "I'm just trying to have my coffee not be held hostage by a guy in a towel."