John looked at him over the roof of the car. I love your stupid puns, he thought about saying. I love every damn stupid thing you do, Bobby Drake. The words stuck on the edge of his tongue for what seemed like eternity before his mouth slid into a good ol' John grin, and popped open the hatch to stuff Bobby's luggage in the back with not exactly the greatest amount of care. It was clothes; they'd be fine.

At least he thought it was clothes. Mostly?

"No, I didn't. But I figured you could use the space. And this way I don't have to use the air conditioning," John pointed out. He cocked his head towards the car and opened up the driver's side door. "Hop in."