"I'll make a list," John told him, dry humour flecked through with fondness. He probably could find a few creaking shelves and little things that needed fixing. Hell, he would, just to make good on his offer.
"It's been a while since I had good ice cream." John gave a slow nod, meeting Bobby's eyes as he weighed his words - and started thinking about what the hell was defrosted. "And I like good ice cream the way you like Sinatra." Pausing to bend down and slide open one of the cupboard's in the little kitchen island, all ass-up and horribly awkward, John got out one of the better saucepans and a frypan and popped them on the benchtop before feeling like he'd left something unsaid, and jogged towards the front door to catch Bobby.
"Drake!" he called, and then found he'd caught him in time, breathing a bit heavy. "I forgot to say 'Welcome home'," he explained, looking at Bobby with a deliberately guarded expression, all too bland. "I'm glad you answered the ad," he finished, eyes on Bobby for a few seconds before he turned around and went back to the kitchen.
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Date: 2014-12-02 08:10 am (UTC)"It's been a while since I had good ice cream." John gave a slow nod, meeting Bobby's eyes as he weighed his words - and started thinking about what the hell was defrosted. "And I like good ice cream the way you like Sinatra." Pausing to bend down and slide open one of the cupboard's in the little kitchen island, all ass-up and horribly awkward, John got out one of the better saucepans and a frypan and popped them on the benchtop before feeling like he'd left something unsaid, and jogged towards the front door to catch Bobby.
"Drake!" he called, and then found he'd caught him in time, breathing a bit heavy. "I forgot to say 'Welcome home'," he explained, looking at Bobby with a deliberately guarded expression, all too bland. "I'm glad you answered the ad," he finished, eyes on Bobby for a few seconds before he turned around and went back to the kitchen.