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.'