'John'. Just 'John.'

Bobby laughed a little at John's comment, that flash of ego that Bobby was pretty sure was at least half bravado. The laughter and smile faded quickly, though, and he nodded at John, squeezing his hand encouragingly. He wasn't thrilled that John had set fires tonight, but he was trying to keep judgment out of the equation and just try to understand why. "Tell me what happened," he said quietly, tracing his thumb along the side of John's hand.