There was an ease that settled in him when Bobby responded the way he did. Of course he felt the same way - would things have gotten as far as they did if he hadn't? John knew even when they were teenagers that one Robert Louis Drake was undeniably the paragon of sweethearts everywhere. And knowing just how honestly Bobby would have uffered up those words in return, he smiled a little.
There was still a trace of a blush on his cheeks from the endearment: that was something he'd never live down. But here he'd probably never have to. Here he could really be that guy, the person for whom Pittsburgh and Westchester and Manhattan were necessary stops on the way. He didn't feel any different from the college student he'd been at Columbia; it was just one less layer of bullshit to contend with.
"Well, you have do impeccable taste," he acknowledged, dryly. "But so do I. I'll work on my stupid, promise. There's some stuff I'm into exploring, sexually-speaking, but we'll burn that bridge when we get to it. I know you'd never judge me and that's...that means a lot." And that was definitely not an invitation for them to have the kink talk, more a...placeholder. John privately doubted he was as scary as he assumed, anyway.
Running a hand absently along Bobby's side, John thought about it for a second more, then made his suggestion: "You should move in with me. Properly. My room becomes our room. This house for us. Together."
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Date: 2015-04-28 10:31 pm (UTC)There was still a trace of a blush on his cheeks from the endearment: that was something he'd never live down. But here he'd probably never have to. Here he could really be that guy, the person for whom Pittsburgh and Westchester and Manhattan were necessary stops on the way. He didn't feel any different from the college student he'd been at Columbia; it was just one less layer of bullshit to contend with.
"Well, you have do impeccable taste," he acknowledged, dryly. "But so do I. I'll work on my stupid, promise. There's some stuff I'm into exploring, sexually-speaking, but we'll burn that bridge when we get to it. I know you'd never judge me and that's...that means a lot." And that was definitely not an invitation for them to have the kink talk, more a...placeholder. John privately doubted he was as scary as he assumed, anyway.
Running a hand absently along Bobby's side, John thought about it for a second more, then made his suggestion: "You should move in with me. Properly. My room becomes our room. This house for us. Together."