"It's no fun cooking for one person," John grumbled, although that cool hand on the back of his neck drew some of the sting out of the day. "I would be happy to actually bother." Cooking seemed like a chore without anyone to share it with.
He didn't have anything prepared at home, but that didn't mean he couldn't whip up a quick something. It was pretty easy when you were your own barbeque. Glancing across at Bobby, he made the effort to drive a bit more calmly: if the guy wanted shut-eye, well, he deserved some shut-eye, no hairpin turns were needed. "You should try to sleep." John pressed a control and a GPS bleeped to life on the dash. "We're about thirty minutes out."
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Date: 2015-09-21 10:51 am (UTC)He didn't have anything prepared at home, but that didn't mean he couldn't whip up a quick something. It was pretty easy when you were your own barbeque. Glancing across at Bobby, he made the effort to drive a bit more calmly: if the guy wanted shut-eye, well, he deserved some shut-eye, no hairpin turns were needed. "You should try to sleep." John pressed a control and a GPS bleeped to life on the dash. "We're about thirty minutes out."