[Jay winces. The monitor he set up in his room is enough for one person. It could've worked, but he thought he might as well borrow a better one from the closets. He usually zones out when he plays, so he's started keeping bags of chips around so he doesn't realize ten hours later that he hasn't eaten. Then came the soda, in case either of them got thirsty, and then came the cake, since the kitchen can give him whatever and it's Tim's birthday, and then came the stacks of games, since the library has literally every piece of media ever published and he thought he might as well start off Tim with some decent stuff.]
[That's the thing about free stuff. It ends in stupid situations like this, where the desire to be prepared somehow winds up dragging along with it the desire to impress. To not let anybody down. To make things perfect, so things won't go wrong.]
[God, he's becoming his mom]
'Cause I'm... [He kneads at his forehead.] Out of practice, I guess. At just hanging out.
[His voice drops to a mutter.] Just kept getting stuff...
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[That's the thing about free stuff. It ends in stupid situations like this, where the desire to be prepared somehow winds up dragging along with it the desire to impress. To not let anybody down. To make things perfect, so things won't go wrong.]
[God, he's becoming his
mom]'Cause I'm... [He kneads at his forehead.] Out of practice, I guess. At just hanging out.
[His voice drops to a mutter.] Just kept getting stuff...