The 'nice to meet you smile' froze on Bobby's face for a moment and then faded away, replaced by shock. "...John?" he said softly, feeling like he suddenly couldn't get his lungs to work properly. Something was keeping him from breathing properly, making him light-headed. "Uh. I. I guess, yeah." He hadn't seen John in years, and that cocky, angry man he'd battled with seemed nearly gone when he looked at his old...friend-turned-enemy-turned-potential-landlord? This day had just gotten incredibly weird. "I mean. I'm here," he added, as if he felt the need to justify his affirmative.

Still reeling from the surprise of running into John again, his brain couldn't parse the other part of what he said. "180?" he repeated, confused.