Growling under his breath, Perry stormed after him, his fist still holding up his thin pants, which were soaking through in the cold wet snow. A part of his mind was still doubting that this was a prank, it was just too spectacular, only he could've pulled off something like that. He didn't want to let this guy out of his sight.
"Hey, pretty boy, no one said you could go anywhere..."
He caught up, which was no easy task in the snow with tattered pants, power-walking alongside the other man as he talked. "Okay. Here's the deal... I'm cold, I'm tired, I'm freezing my junk off in a pair of pants that look like they had a colossal 'should we be friends, shouldn't we be friends, oh, but you were sleeping with my sister behind my back to try and get to my mother' misunderstanding with a paper shredder and lost..."
He paused to take a breath. Oddly enough, his ranting wasn't making him feel any better, and that was how he knew something was wrong. He just... sensed it. This wasn't a prank.
Sighing again, he paused in the snow, tugging Wilson around by the shoulder to stop him too so he wouldn't walk off. He drew himself up, trying to out-tall him in that defensive way he did when he had to show some kind of weakness, and he tilted his jaw up a little.
"Look. I don't know what's going on," he was deliberately lowering his voice, despite the fact he was very, very close to admitting that this wasn't a prank, "but if you say we're in la la land, then we're in la la land. Still, I would... really appreciate it if ya could shed a little more light on the situation here. Y'know... make it a tad more believable, for my sake."