"Of course you did," John said smoothly, and managed to sound both fond and exasperated at the same time as he fell into place behind him. Bobby could do things with his powers that John could only dream of, but no, he wanted anonymity and all the rest. "I guess that explains the facial hair."

Mind, he was too busy enjoying the view to turn this into a proper argument. "You can do whatever the fuck you want as long as I get paid rent. But I have two entirely different sets of identity documents- no one can actually remember me as 'John Anderson' and my transcripts got all changed....Turn left when you get to the landing, please."