John had had the hearth going earlier to take the chill off the morning, and then banked it with a glance. He'd then left it to die out slowly through the day, little more than dwindling embers until he'd shoved on another two small logs, some kindling, and summoned the blaze back and made it roaring. He wasn't going to stand there mostly naked and have his balls freeze off.

And while it had taken some while for the warmth to radiate through the house, he was pretty comfortable (all things considered). A little embarrassed though, and huffing out indignation at the thought of just where his blush might extend to. Still, by the time Bobby had gotten through the door, everything had gotten chopped, lightly tossed with some garlic in a pan and set aside, still waiting for the damn pot to boil. Damn stupid big pot.

"I hope you haven't been replaced by some alien robot pod clone thing," John called back, all too aware of exactly what he wasn't wearing. "That would be embarrassing."