John heard that trailing statement from Bobby even as he entered the kitchen, and chose not to follow up on it. Bobby shouldn't have to be used to it, which was probably one reason why John viewed the Drake family as a bunch of passive-aggressive haters. Still, John's mom had pushed for him to enter politics, so he got the spiel. Turning on the sink, he absently wondered if Mrs Drake might like him more if he actually got elected to something and fulfilled a joint family ambition, before shaking his head and piling the dishes up.

"No, it's fine. You just sit back and enjoy," John called back, and started getting things all soapy. The domestic rhythms of washing up gloves and doing the dishes were familiar to him, reassuring in their own way. Gave him something to focus on, something to do, and took him back to a simpler time.

When the dishes were done, the sink clean, the towel hung up and the gloves put away, John took a moment to appreciate he had a fucking good kitchen thanks, before exiting and closing the sliding door behind him. It cut the rest of the house off from the living area (not that he was thinking tactically - okay, so he was, but also it gave the back half of the house an air of privacy he appreciated, cocooned away from the rest of the world.) Moving past Bobby half way through one of the opening numbers, he gave his boyfriend an automatic pat on the leg, and settled in on his other side, able to keep up easily enough with the rhythm and storyline.