Bobby nodded and straightened. "Okay." he flashed John a quick smile and wandered over to the table, looking it over, trying to think if there was anything missing. He didn't think so, but he was tired, so he probably put more thought into it than it really called for. "I think you got everything," he called finally, wandering back to lean against the wall and resume watching John cook, happy just to be near him again. Late-night Skype just wasn't the same.