'John'. Just 'John.'

At that wry smile from Bobby, John blushed - just a little, woah, we weren't going too insane here - and ran fingers through his hair to comb it back behind an ear. As much as he liked his current look, it was hard to manage sometimes. He patted where his heart was twice with his right hand, and pointed at Bobby with his index finger, mouthing a 'Love you too'. He knew Bobby wasn't able to tell his folks. But John could always tell him at least, and stood there, crossing his arms over his chest, surprisingly content. He'd go if Bobby told him to. Really. Probably.