John felt Bobby tense up even further as his mom conversed. The explanation was never going to be easy, but John never thought it would be this hard. Seeing - and feeling - Bobby pull away made John ache like there was a hole in his chest, because he couldn't do anything and he could tell this was becoming a train wreck.
God, they were such douches. He had been right in a way, looking at all those damn photos, lined up in the hallway of the Drake household. Happy families only went so far. They'd shat on Bobby that day and they were doing it again. And John was the only one Bobby had in the end, because John was the only one Bobby ever really had. He didn't even dump him for those puns, and that took a lot.
So when the call ended, John was there, arm around Bobby's shoulders, kissing his temple and into his hair, cuddling Bobby to his chest. "Hey, it's gonna be fine," he made himself say. He hated these people. Bobby loved them. And that meant he had to fix this. "It's gonna be just fine, she's just a little rattled, that's all. She'll come around, I know, because you're an absolutely wonderful son, you know? You're a great guy, and a gentleman, and everything she could ever hope to have." In the end he reached to tug at Bobby's hands and lift him from the near-foetal position so he could look in those scared blue eyes as he said it. "You're wonderful," he said again, and kissed Bobby's lips, softly.
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Date: 2016-01-10 11:12 am (UTC)God, they were such douches. He had been right in a way, looking at all those damn photos, lined up in the hallway of the Drake household. Happy families only went so far. They'd shat on Bobby that day and they were doing it again. And John was the only one Bobby had in the end, because John was the only one Bobby ever really had. He didn't even dump him for those puns, and that took a lot.
So when the call ended, John was there, arm around Bobby's shoulders, kissing his temple and into his hair, cuddling Bobby to his chest. "Hey, it's gonna be fine," he made himself say. He hated these people. Bobby loved them. And that meant he had to fix this. "It's gonna be just fine, she's just a little rattled, that's all. She'll come around, I know, because you're an absolutely wonderful son, you know? You're a great guy, and a gentleman, and everything she could ever hope to have." In the end he reached to tug at Bobby's hands and lift him from the near-foetal position so he could look in those scared blue eyes as he said it. "You're wonderful," he said again, and kissed Bobby's lips, softly.