"Hey yourself," John said. His mouth automatically curved into a soft smile after the kiss, not to mention the way his eyes lingered on Bobby. They'd had their ups and downs in these few months, but damn if Drake couldn't relax him and reassure him just by being there. He reached out to squeeze Bobby's hand and bring it to his lips, pressing them against the back of his hand. "You have a good day, sweetheart?"

He may have texted Bobby this morning to check up on him, but hell, it was practically evening now, anything good have happened....And there was a comfortable old leather armchair sitting just a foot away if Bobby wanted to take a load off.