Sitting in front of the TV was Rockman. There was an E-tank by him on the end table and a game controller in hand. Buttons were being mashed like there was no tomorrow. The whole 'new Robot Master' incidents had been a false alarm and work on getting him home was going well. Things should've been good. But Rockman had been ready to fight and now that was not needed, leaving him battle ready with no battle. It was like drinking a couple redbulls for an all nighter then trying to stick to a normal sleeping schedule.
So while a game you spent blowing things up wasn't something he enjoyed, it was helping a little. Now if only the AI was a little... more challenging.