It was good to not think about what implications there could be of people returning without warning to the house, considering he'd barely been able to keep it out of his mind since Reginald had posted on the network. It was hardly surprising that videogames, even if they weren't the ones he normally orbited to, were the right kind of distraction. It was how he almost always tuned out back home, and the liquor certainly wasn't hurting either. He was planning to cut himself off once he was done with the second drink, knowing Kiley wasn't big on alcohol, but for now it was just....nice.
The suggestive look made him flush, but he grinned and glanced down at himself. "I don't think I'm greasy enough for Daryl." He looked back to her, tilting his head to the side. "You...like Daryl? I mean, the grunge thing? Is that grunge? Am I grunge?" He was laughing toward the end of it, not really knowing why. "Isn't grunge just a fancy word for 'dirty'?"