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John was on the mostly-unused landline, his hip leaning against a kitchen cabinet, legs loosely crossed at the ankle. There was a faint anxiety to him: while the phone was cradled in his left hand, his right absently played with his hair, and he chewed on his lower lip in those moments in which he simply had to listen.

Which, were anyone there to see, were frequent and long. Indeed, John was able to punctuate things with an appropriate number of "Uh-huh", "That's nice" and "Sure, Mom" - hurriedly changed to a more polite "Yes, Mom" when he could all but feel the significant pause down the line. God, he thought, hurry up - except it was early afternoon there, a few hours behind, so Mom had all the time in the world.

And considering it had been seven years, she had a lot to say. It wasn't like he hadn't heard it - or some of it - before. But as the afternoon wore on, John's face grew more stony and rather than chewing his lip he pressed his mouth into a thin line, saying less and less and trying to keep one eye out for Bobby getting home and coming down the hall.

Date: 2015-03-01 12:27 pm (UTC)
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Bobby entered the house in a good mood, calling out, "I'm home!" then, "John?" when he got no response. He poked his head into the kitchen and saw why John hadn't answered, wincing and mouthing, "Sorry."

Date: 2015-03-24 03:20 am (UTC)
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Bobby leaned against the wall, waiting patiently and not intentionally eavesdropping, but the remark about gushing definitely raised his eyebrow.

He grinned back and happily closed the distance between them. "I thought you'd never ask," he replied, slipping his arms around John's neck and giving him a slow, deep kiss. "What was that all about?" he murmured against his lips as he pulled back just a little, just enough to look at John.

Date: 2015-03-25 01:45 am (UTC)
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"I'm sorry," Bobby said softly, biting his lip. It had made things a little easier for him, his family forgetting everything about what he was, but it had still been awkward. He could imagine how much worse that would be for John, and he truly was sorry he had to deal with that. Especially not being able to see his sister. "Is there anything I can do?"

Date: 2015-03-25 07:03 am (UTC)
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Bobby frowned, a thread of apprehension curling through him, but he nodded, squeezing John's hand back reassuringly. "Of course. You can tell me whatever you need to. I'll listen."

Date: 2015-04-05 02:34 am (UTC)
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Okay, it wasn't as bad as Bobby had thought it might be--or it was, it made his heart break a little for John, but it wasn't anything directed at him personally, which was sort of a relief. "I'm sorry," he said softly, because much as he wanted to, he didn't have an answer for John. He knew who he was, and he didn't need other people to know about mutants to be that person. He didn't know how to help John find that, too.

Part of him thought that John would actually do really well if he went back to Westchester, that he could reclaim a part of that by helping the new students adjust, by helping when they were found, going to visit them and guide them, help them realize there was a place where they could be safe, be who they were, without being afraid. But their alma mater was still a sensitive subject for both of them, if for different reasons, and he held the thought for later--likely much, much later, if ever.

"I wish I could help," he said instead, the helpless ache he felt at not being able to fix this writ large on his face. "But I'll always listen if you need to talk about it, to...I don't know, sort through it all? Maybe that will help you figure things out."

Date: 2015-04-16 04:07 am (UTC)
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"I don't know if I'd go that far," Bobby said, holding John close as he chuckled softly. "For one, my actual counseling would probably be pretty crappy. But I can listen." And even if John's position was very different from his own, that didn't mean he couldn't empathize.

He loosened his grip as John pulled away, offering him an encouraging smile. "I hope so. And if I can help make your days better...just let me know how, okay? Name it." Because all things considered, his own life and mood had improved significantly since John re-entered his life. If he could give some of that back, he wanted desperately to do so.

Date: 2015-04-20 02:39 am (UTC)
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Bobby ducked his head a little at the praise, smiling an 'aw, shucks' kind of smile. It felt good to hear that he made John's life better, because John sure as hell did that for him. It was nice to know it worked both ways, although part of him had already recognized that.

"Yeah, yeah," he murmured, rolling his eyes and flashing a grin at the innuendo. "But only because you feed me so well. I have to work all of this home cooking off somehow." He leaned in and kissed John's cheek quickly and then headed off to grab his backpack so he could get some work done before dinner and 'later.'
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