'John'. Just 'John.'

When John came up behind him and stayed there, close, so close, Bobby stiffened. He was already overwhelmed, trying to process everything he'd already been told today, along with the very fact that he was here in John's house and seriously considering renting a room from him, and the sudden awareness of the warmth of John's body (had he always been that warm? Was it an aspect of his mutation? Or was Bobby just imagining it all?) close enough that a half-step back would have them touching--it was more than he was ready to deal with, just yet. So he went stiff under John's touch, nodding woodenly along with whatever John was saying. "Great." He took a slow breath. "Let's see it."