At the sound of Bobby's words and that low voice, John immediately pushed himself up off the couch and onto all fours. The bitch. His eyes bore into Bobby's face like he could send his indignation down the phone line somehow, lips pressed flat and exhaling through his nose. He kept his gaze on Bobby as he talked, but didn't know what he could offer: 'I don't even know why she hates me now!' he mouthed, annoyed and more than a little bit irritated. What the fuck was a guy supposed to do when the world changed around him, anyway? It's not like he could damn well ask her, and he hadn't really broached the topic with Bobby in any detail.

At the same time, hearing Bobby grumpily defend him in that low, assertive tone? That was kind of hot.