Bobby looked at him, considering the words. "You don't think I know what you've done? Who you are? I do know you, John. I know what you did. I know you hurt innocent people, killed innocent people." He looked away briefly, then back, squeezing John's hand.. "And I'm not going anywhere."

He sighed, rubbing his thumb over John's hand comfortingly. "And for the record, anyone that pulled a knife on either of us in London...would get what was coming to them." Unlike John, he wasn't a killer, but to protect him he would do whatever was necessary, and he wouldn't expect any less from John.

"Although...I want to talk about these fires," he added with a stern note.