Bobby glanced at his shoulder and chuckled a little, finding himself somewhat pleased that John had noticed. He wondered what it meant that John had noticed--and then wondered what he wanted it to mean.

There would be time to ponder that further later, though. "Yeah, sure. If you need anything fixed, I can probably do it, now," he said with a shrug and a faint smile. "Just let me know."

He rolled his eyes at John's ridiculous response to what had been a simple question. "Whatever, rock god. If you want to make us dinner, I'll handle dessert," he suggested with a gentle smile. He started toward the door, bouncing his new keys in his hand, and then turned back to add with a crooked grin, "That is, assuming you still like ice cream."