"Oh. I don't...really talk to them very often," Bobby admitted, feeling a flush of shame as he said it. He should talk to them, he knew, but he was trying to move forward. To find a place in the world that didn't involve being a hero. He hadn't been able to hack it, and it wasn't something he was proud of. He wondered if Kitty had said anything to John about all of that. He didn't think she would, but then again, he didn't think she and John were talking, either.
He leaned on the side of the doorway, eyebrows arching in surprise as John showed off the kitchen. "This is all awfully domestic," he remarked. Somehow he couldn't quite match up his memories of John with everything he was seeing. It didn't compute, nearly as much as John being here didn't compute.
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Date: 2014-11-14 01:03 pm (UTC)He leaned on the side of the doorway, eyebrows arching in surprise as John showed off the kitchen. "This is all awfully domestic," he remarked. Somehow he couldn't quite match up his memories of John with everything he was seeing. It didn't compute, nearly as much as John being here didn't compute.