Bobby straightened and walked into the kitchen cautiously, his eyes moving to the lighter as it was set on the counter. It wasn't the familiar old one John had always carried at school, but it wasn't the fancy wrist igniters he'd had at Alcatraz, either. It was simple, unadorned. Again, not what he would have expected.
He reached for the other beer and removed the top, pausing for a moment as he realized he didn't have to hide what he was here. A faint smile curled his lips as the glass frosted over in his hand, then faded away again as he looked at John. The only question he could think to ask was the one that had been running through his head from the moment the door had opened. "How are you here?"
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Date: 2014-11-14 01:20 pm (UTC)He reached for the other beer and removed the top, pausing for a moment as he realized he didn't have to hide what he was here. A faint smile curled his lips as the glass frosted over in his hand, then faded away again as he looked at John. The only question he could think to ask was the one that had been running through his head from the moment the door had opened. "How are you here?"