John felt the heavier mood wash over his boyfriend. He curled his other arm protectively around his waist, pressing a kiss to his shoulder-blade through the fabric of his shirt, and then settled his chin on that shoulder. "Makes you think, doesn't it," he murmured, not really expecting a response. It wasn't just the relationship: the relationship was great. And London was clearly amazing for Bobby, a chance to lose some of the shadows, some of the ties that bound. There was nothing for him to worry about in London except being a good college student and a great boyfriend, and Bobby was certainly great at the latter. (As for being a good college student, well, John made assumptions without having direct experience. Bobby's accounting homework scared the fuck out of him.)

But while London had lifted many burdens from Bobby's shoulders, and had likely made this possible, it brought with it all sorts of complications, piling atop one another. "That'd be good." And John appreciated that Bobby did not arc up at the idea that he was not allowed to go anywhere. Besides, after Bobby had found out the forms or whatever, then they could have a talk. In the meantime...We're good for one another, John thought, even if he wasn't ready to say it yet. And just held his boyfriend for a while longer, before finally: "...I should keep going with the books, but there's leftovers from last night if you want to heat something up. And later, maybe you could distract me?" His voice held out a certain hope.