John took the phone back, and put it to his ear, responding on autopilot as he eyed Bobby. His fiancé looked fraught from the conversation, and John couldn't help but being amused and concerned at the same time. Amused, because thank God it wasn't just him who was vaguely terrified by his mom, and concerned, because well - Bobby was gonna have to learn how to deal better in future.

"Yeah, thanks mom. Maybe Katie can talk to him another night? We've just had a really long day." Hearing the response he got, John replied with a deadpan: "Yes, mom, I would like to have sex with my fiancé. Night." He'd never felt so satisfied to end a damn call in his life, almost jabbing at his cell with his thumb.

Flopping down next to Bobby, he shifted closer, one hand under his head, the other snaking down to entwine fingers with Bobby's. "...So that's my mom. You know, it sounded like she was in a good mood."