Whatever it was that was bothering Virgil it was hitting him hardcore. And there wasn't anything Richie could do to get him to talk about it. But he was here now, and nothing had happened. "Well not all of us have a portable Lite Bright in their index finger," he joked, taking the blueprints back. He was glad that Virgil had at least let out some of the frustration of whatever was bothering him, but still... it was pretty clear this was not easy for his best friend at all.
"Something else," he turned around and indicated the different stations. "Well we got games and food. Or bed. Or we can go flyin'." He wondered what it was. He'd been all up for the cat bot before... and he's smiled. Sort of. Maybe it was the cat? "Pick your poison, Virg. Tonight's about you." Richie really wasn't tired, well a bit but the 15 year old boy could go a couple more hours. "Didn't get lucky and have my DVDs sent with me tho."