John felt the sigh within himself, leaning just a little after that kiss, but paused, licked his lips, and looked down at his books. God, they definitely seemed even more unappealing now. "Nah, I'm fine. Had a sandwich, mid-afternoon." He reached to grab Bobby's hand, though, and brushed his lips over those fingers, a promise of his own. It was almost becoming his own gallant little signature, anyway; that or a hand on his boyfriend's ass. (Okay, that was decidedly less gallant.) "I'd love a coffee, though." And God knew Bobby was way better with the machine than John could ever be.
And he could use the caffeine: he really had to crack this thing tonight. He had a meeting with his supervisor the following day and it would not go well if he had nothing to show. The irony of Bobby getting his visa extended while John got kicked out of his programme suddenly loomed large. Something to avoid, he thought, and sorted through the pile to pick up a particular tome.
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Date: 2015-04-19 06:34 am (UTC)And he could use the caffeine: he really had to crack this thing tonight. He had a meeting with his supervisor the following day and it would not go well if he had nothing to show. The irony of Bobby getting his visa extended while John got kicked out of his programme suddenly loomed large. Something to avoid, he thought, and sorted through the pile to pick up a particular tome.