John managed not to make a face, although somehow he felt like he was being dismissed. Even at school, Bobby had been full of things he didn't say - now living with (and loving) the guy, that tendency seemed to be heightened after all the crap they'd been through. And John didn't want to drag it out because honestly, he didn't want Bobby to say the thing that reminded John he was apparently just some angry kinky weirdo or whatever-the-fuck.
"Thanks," he said, and kissed Bobby almost perfunctorily on his cheek on the way out, hand warm on Bobby's stomach in an attempt to either give or get reassurance. "C'mon, I'll go cook dinner." And neither of them was probably happy, but neither of them was actively angry or sad. Maybe it was an improvement.
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Date: 2015-07-22 07:39 am (UTC)"Thanks," he said, and kissed Bobby almost perfunctorily on his cheek on the way out, hand warm on Bobby's stomach in an attempt to either give or get reassurance. "C'mon, I'll go cook dinner." And neither of them was probably happy, but neither of them was actively angry or sad. Maybe it was an improvement.