Bobby shot John an exasperated look as he appeared in the doorway, but didn't fight it. "Well, here's the thing, mom. I'm thinking about staying in London." He paused, closing his eyes as he listened. 'I don't know how long." Another brief pause as his mother asked him questions. "I really like it here. I have stuff going on." He shot John a wry smile, since he was a large part of said 'stuff'. "And there are some more classes I'd like to take, and just...a lot of reasons, okay?"