He said “Die”.

I said “Gladly”.

Will keep you posted.

We watched football together. He made something that can technically be called food.

I made something that can technically be called conversation.

I left before the game ended.

He went out for his roommate’s birthday.

I did not, as I was not invited.

I listened to pan flute music and ate Skittles by candlelight.

He’s made his priority in friends clear. I will now passively aggressively bring this up for the next 6 months.