'John'. Just 'John.'

Bobby snorted softly, looking at the food with an impressed expression. "You think? If you weren't here, I'd probably just have a bowl of corn flakes or something." He sank into the other chair and looked at the food, then at John. "Thanks," he said quietly, smiling. It had been a while since someone had made him breakfast, and even longer since that someone was the same person he'd shared a bed with the night before.