That declaration made John's small smile stretch into a smirk. "You always were an optimist," he said, but if it was an accusation, it was a fond one. "Thank you," he said, simple as he could manage, and held Bobby's eyes long enough to try and let Bobby know he meant it. "When do you want to move in? I mean, you want help with your stuff, or putting the desk together, or what have you?" The wheels ticked over in John's mind and he took another swig of the tasteless beer, smacking his lips together after he'd swallowed it down.