Bobby stifled a groan, shoulders slumping a little. He wasn't exactly looking forward to talking to his mom in front of John, of his boyfriend listening to the lies and evasions he would have to tell.
He grabbed the handset and shifted to sit on the arm of the couch, a tension in his body that wasn't there a moment ago as he put it to his ear. "Hey, mom. Yeah, that was my roommate." He flashed an apologetic smile at John for the first of many half-truths as he listened to his mother talk, wincing at her next comment. "Yeah, actually, that's him. Funny coincidence, huh?" God, why did she have to have such a good memory for names?
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Date: 2015-06-07 07:40 am (UTC)He grabbed the handset and shifted to sit on the arm of the couch, a tension in his body that wasn't there a moment ago as he put it to his ear. "Hey, mom. Yeah, that was my roommate." He flashed an apologetic smile at John for the first of many half-truths as he listened to his mother talk, wincing at her next comment. "Yeah, actually, that's him. Funny coincidence, huh?" God, why did she have to have such a good memory for names?