Bobby relaxed back into the seat, closing his eyes. Once upon a time, John's driving might have drawn a comment, might have even had him on edge, but he trusted him now. Plus, international travel was just wearing, and he was too tired and happy to be home to care much how John was driving.

"Yeah, I had a sandwich, but it wasn't great. If you don't feel like cooking, I wouldn't mind stopping somewhere." He cracked an eye to look over at John, reaching up to rest his hand against the back of John's neck. "I'm just looking forward to being home again, really." But he wasn't going to force John to cook for him if he didn't feel like it. He had already driven out to Heathrow to save Bobby the hassle of getting himself home, after all. He didn't need to cook for him on top of that.