As Bobby talked, the words hit John like a blow. He felt it deep in his gut, not as a wound, but as acceptance - the start (but not the end) of something new, something better, as old, black fears and worries started to unwind.
Bobby knew. Bobby accepted John on his terms (now was not a time to get into a debate on who was innocent and who was not) and Bobby was not the kind of guy who would lie to someone in a relationship.
Okay, conceal maybe. John's head hadn't been so far up his own ass back at school that he wasn't able to see the bunch of things Bobby and Rogue never bothered to talk about. But not lie.
"...You're almost as good for me as I am for you," he murmured, with a trace of a small, roguish grin as he pushed himself up to sit properly on the couch, the grin falling away as his face became serious. And it was true: John knew he was good for Bobby, that was plain. Because of or despite of Bobby's capital-I Issues, he needed someone to anchor him and be anchored.
"...Of course you do," he remarked, still holding Bobby's hand. "It's been a big, emotional day, so why don't we just do it now and get it over with." Better to cry once and work through his shit and not be a blubbering wreck more than once a week, in his opinion.
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Date: 2016-02-04 02:32 am (UTC)Bobby knew. Bobby accepted John on his terms (now was not a time to get into a debate on who was innocent and who was not) and Bobby was not the kind of guy who would lie to someone in a relationship.
Okay, conceal maybe. John's head hadn't been so far up his own ass back at school that he wasn't able to see the bunch of things Bobby and Rogue never bothered to talk about. But not lie.
"...You're almost as good for me as I am for you," he murmured, with a trace of a small, roguish grin as he pushed himself up to sit properly on the couch, the grin falling away as his face became serious. And it was true: John knew he was good for Bobby, that was plain. Because of or despite of Bobby's capital-I Issues, he needed someone to anchor him and be anchored.
"...Of course you do," he remarked, still holding Bobby's hand. "It's been a big, emotional day, so why don't we just do it now and get it over with." Better to cry once and work through his shit and not be a blubbering wreck more than once a week, in his opinion.