Pete chuckled. Looked at the time. He should go to sleep soon. He usually didn't stay up this late. But this was just too much fun to watch. He thought it was silly that he could see both young men's perspectives but the two couldn't see the others. One didn't even have his phone charged, the other... well he must've not known about this platform where you could watch people. That guy was a silly one, Pete thought. Not really in tuned with what was happening in the world. That guy was in his own little Idaho.

Probably why that guy was an artist Pete thought. He raised the can to his lips but didn't take a sip. He no longer wanted to sip his own spit now. It was too late for that. Too gross. Few hours ago he had wanted one more damn beer but he had resisted. Now it was too late for him to even want any more booze. If anything he just wanted a glass of water. His throat was dry. But he didn't want to leave. He knew that once he got up he would be tired enough to want to go to bed. But he didn't want to stop watching. So he and his dry mouth stayed put. Waiting for something to happen.