Bobby nodded. It made sense, in a way. And seemed like something John would enjoy. It was strange to see him like this, all grown up and mature, but strange in a good way. And from time to time there were still glimpses of the John he'd known, the John he'd considered a friend, and it gave him hope that they could find that again.
"Yeah, I took a gap year. Worked for Habitat for Humanity, building houses in Wisconson." He rolled his shoulders and straightened, taking another sip of his beer. "Yeah, I can do that. Check out of the hotel and come right back. But you don't have to go to any trouble for me. Take-out is fine." Though part of him was curious. He could see even now how well set up the kitchen was, and he wondered if there was some new aspect to John he was going to discover. Picturing him hovering over boiling pots, tasting the sauce to check the seasoning, the stuff he'd seen on cooking shows that he'd only half-watched--it was a strangely domestic mental image. "So you cook, huh?"
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Date: 2014-12-02 06:58 am (UTC)"Yeah, I took a gap year. Worked for Habitat for Humanity, building houses in Wisconson." He rolled his shoulders and straightened, taking another sip of his beer. "Yeah, I can do that. Check out of the hotel and come right back. But you don't have to go to any trouble for me. Take-out is fine." Though part of him was curious. He could see even now how well set up the kitchen was, and he wondered if there was some new aspect to John he was going to discover. Picturing him hovering over boiling pots, tasting the sauce to check the seasoning, the stuff he'd seen on cooking shows that he'd only half-watched--it was a strangely domestic mental image. "So you cook, huh?"