John snorted at the idea anyone could think his mother was nice. Taking Bobby's hand, he squeezed it, and then brought it up to his mouth to brush his lips across Bobby's knuckles. "...She is not nice," he said gently, but firmly, still in some ways assuming he knew best and that Bobby had to get himself a bit more spine. At least when dealing with his mom. "But you'll have many years to come to learn that," he reflected. John had learned that from an early age.
"...And she didn't say to me I didn't expect, anyway." He gave a little shrug about it; water off a duck's back.
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Date: 2016-01-10 08:38 am (UTC)"...And she didn't say to me I didn't expect, anyway." He gave a little shrug about it; water off a duck's back.