Now, sitting here with a half empty glass of punch in his hands, Peekablue is reconsidering his presence here, preferring to just leave, but not wanting to be rude. He can see the future with his ability farsight, so he knew her dumping him was coming, but he didn't want to believe it. Didn't want to believe he'd catch her kissing another guy. He just continues sitting there, moping, waiting for the explosion he saw in the near future at this event to happen so he can sneak off and leave.