"Thanks." Bobby really just wanted to be home, where he could really be himself again. The sooner that could happen, the better.

"No, I'm okay," he answered, though his eyes were closed again. "I can't keep the car air-conditioned if I'm asleep, now, can I?" He chuckled softly, his left hand stirring up another brief chill in the car to punctuate the words as his right hand toyed absently with John's hair, happy to just be touching him again.