It was easy enough. Any male would understand exactly what he was feeling. When his outside man bits, became inside man bits, it was shocking - so where Stan wanted Octane to slow down? He didn't, not even a little.
Once inside, the warmth was beautiful The house was a mess, in a more disorganized fashion. Between Octane tinkering with jump pads that he could place that would launch him through the air, or even the chemist equipment on the dining table that he was making whatever he was working on, he had been keeping himself busy. Especially trying to make a replicated version of his Stim so he didn't run out. Regardless, he had stuff everywhere.
"This?" Octane muttered as he looked down at himself then to Stan. "I guess, we find out if we're the only ones, or if there are more." He shrugged a bit while tugging Stan towards the chaotic mess of the kitchen. "I'm not sure what any of this is about to be honest. Like I said. Was brushing teeth - then was in your kitchen." Octane shuffled things about before uncovering the canister of instant coffee. "AHA!" He shouted while getting a couple mugs.
Preparing the coffee for himself and his much more put together friend, Octane kept talking. "I think we're likely not alone. Think about it," Taking a moment he looked to Stan specifically. "This place is hella weird and does just as hella weird things, like giving me a basement full of trampolines and activities." Octane held out a cup of the cheap and likely too hot cup of basic coffee to Stan.
"I'm banking we're stuck like this for a bit..." Octavio smiled to Stan. "This is going to be literally so cool. We get to become really awesome bffs."