Bobby watched him walk away with a contented smile before sighing and lugging his bags up to the room. He'd sort through it all and get laundry going later. For now, they would be fine stowed against the wall, out of the way.

He toed off his shoes and headed back downstairs, stopping to lean on the doorway of the kitchen. "Need me to do anything?" Not that John usually wanted him in the middle of his cooking, but he always felt obligated to offer even so.