John didn't really mind the evasions. At least he didn't take them personally, and it wasn't like his record had been spotless. Hiding kinky sex toys aside, John Anderson? Really? That had been the best he could come up with, in a life away from Pyro.

At the wince, and the sound of Bobby's reply, John made a face, and then did a cutting gesture across his throat, before throwing himself face-down onto the couch. Oh man. Why couldn't Bobby just abort the call? This was gonna be fucking painful.