"What did you think I was gonna do?" John asked him, easing himself onto a stool at the bar. The staff had been kind enough to have two glasses of champagne ready, considering they'd watched the proposal too. "Let you get away?" he teased, admiring the ring on his finger, and then the one on Bobby's, allowing the other mutant to actually look at them side by side. "And I mean it, you know. Mr. Drake and everything." The other stuff he didn't go over because he didn't want to have to admit it all over again.
But he would. If he was forced to. If Bobby needed to hear it, then he'd say it. End of.
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Date: 2016-01-08 11:43 am (UTC)But he would. If he was forced to. If Bobby needed to hear it, then he'd say it. End of.