Patrick playfully stuck his tongue out at Oliver's retort, silently thinking to himself "Sharp as always..." He nodded in acknowledgement towards Alex, a silent confirmation to his quiet words. Patrick understood Alex's preference to actions, rather than words. He'd watch his friends socialize and interact, as if they hadn't been away from one another for more than a day. He'd grin as Oliver leaned on David and conversed on about his new bike. He perked his ears as David addressed the whole group.
Patrick chimed in. "Eh, living out here still suits me better than the city. I'm just here to take care of my Gramps for a while until my parents can convince him to go to a Home... Im still working on that book and my Web Design business is going great! Great enough to feed me, at least. We all know how much I love my food." He'd pat his meager stomach as if it was something in need of tolerance, smirking at his company. He'd scratch his forehead as a cold breeze caugh his body, sending a chill down his spine. He'd shiver hard and say "Yeah, uh, fuck this. Lets go inside. How many of you skinny chicken-shits want a classic Pat Brooks dinner?" He'd gesture widely with his arms, swearing affectionately as he reached for the front door.