"Sure! I'm not hungry, though."

"I just want your company."

"Awww you're sweet."

"I think what I am is sad, I just said."

"You can be sad and sweet at the same time."

"You know, I suppose you're right."

"I'm very often right."

Peter is not going to challenge that assertion. He will instead go in search of food, this time accompanied by his roommate.

Food is available to be consumed! Social interaction mandatory.

Brant is in the kitchen next to the oven, arms wrapped around the waist and staring soulfully into the eyes of a guy a head shorter and fifty percent as wide but approximately just as fit as he is. He looks up when he hears Peter and Doyoon walk in and says, "Hey Peter, hey Doyoon."

"Hi Brant."

Ok he'll die in twelve weeks but at least he managed to end up in a sexy porn frat rather than a real world frat.

"Hey Brant. Who's your, uh, friend?"

"This is my husband Brent. Brent, these are Peter and Doyoon."

"Nice to meet you guys!"

"Nice to meet you too!"

"...Brent and Brant, huh? Was that on purpose?" Wait, is that rude to ask?

"I did marry him on purpose, yes," Brant says, looking confused.

"I meant the names. Sorry, that might've been rude..."

Brent also looks confused. "The names?"

"Brent and Brant? Like, how they're very similar?"

"—huh! You're right, they are! Look, babe, we're meant for each other, even our names are similar."

"It's not news that we're meant for each other, babe."

wwwwhhhhh a a a a aa at is happening in this place

He smiles automatically and decides that actually social interaction is NOT mandatory and he will instead figure out how to acquire food while doing as little of it as he possibly can.

That's alright, Doyoon can cover for him. Doyoon likes talking a lot, especially about himself.