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[bobsicle]

[ If this was Bobby upon arrival or even Bobby back home while he's still actively dating her, he would've been pissed. But as it is, he just snorts back a laugh. ]

Well, good for you guys, I guess. Hope it wasn't because the city drugged any of you?

[ Rogue will always have a special place in his heart. He loved her, continue to do so as a friend, but after spending over a week in this place having sex with whoever, sex doesn't seem to hold the same weight anymore. ]

[fireshow]

Who cares. Just another day that ends in y around here.

[ taking another drag for himself, he once again holds it out for bobby to take, turning his attention to the fiery kitten there and, closing his fingers into a pinch, snuffs the little thing out. ]

[bobsicle]

[ Bobby takes the cigarette again and does another drag, this time longer. So good. He watches John snuff out the little fire kitty before returning the cig. ]

Congrats for accomplishing something I didn't.

[ If Bobby was crass, he would've asked him how it was but, not his style, bro. ]

[fireshow]

[ huff there on his lips, he looks ahead, letting the cigarette dangle there between fingers close to his lips. ]

I've accomplished a lot you haven't. Take you forever to get anywhere even close.

[bobsicle]

[ He smiles and leans back on the couch; the effects of the cigarette now starting to make him feel slightly lightheaded but in a good way. ]

Bet you have, yeah. [ And he means that genuinely, having no desire to compete with John. ] Care to share some?

[fireshow]

You’ll never be as good a fuck as me.

[ he says that rather pointedly, glancing over to him. ]

[bobsicle]

[ That gets him blinking. ]

Uh, I'm not aware we're in a competition like that. [ Then again, everything about their relationship seems like a competition for John so is he even surprised? ]

[fireshow]

I’m fire, you’re ice. Of course we are.

[ it’s said rather nonchalantly, mind you. john tends to have a way of just saying shit to rile others up after all. ]

[bobsicle]

[ Rolls his eyes because what kind of elementary school reasoning is that. ]

Our powers don't define our relationships, John. If I can produce flames, you'd be my best friend?

[ They were, once. ]

[fireshow]

Pfft. No. Only I can do fire, buddy.

[ how dare you even think that, bobby drake. ]

[bobsicle]

[ It was theoretical, but okay. If he's not a little high now, he'll be dragging his hands on his face. ]

Okay, sure. [ He reaches out for the cigarette again. He needs to get more high for this. ] Whatever. You're the better fuck. I'm just here to survive.

[ Bobby himself doesn't even think of his performance in sex or if he was good or anything. ]

[fireshow]

[ letting him take the smoke, he eyes him. quiet. lounging there on the expansive couch before he licks over his lips. glances off. ]

Can I make a suggestion?

[ he doesn't wait to continue. ]

You gotta lighten up more. If it's easy for me to get to you, you're not gonna do well here.

[bobsicle]

[ He takes the cig and does a long drag from it. Yeah, that's good. At this point, he has a small smile on his face. ]

So, is this you testing me so I can do well here?

[fireshow]

Maybe. You always were softer than me.

[ sort of. deep down, john's a sensitive little shit. ]

[bobsicle]

[ And because he's properly trying to get high, Bobby just... chuckles. ]

Sure, whatever you say. This coming from the guy who always sees me as competition.

[fireshow]

Don't feel so special. I see everyone as competition.

[ gosh, bobby. ]

[bobsicle]

Alright, I'm sure that's a pretty healthy mindset.

[ For the right reasons, yes. ]

Who else do you see as competition, then?

[fireshow]

Everyone.

[ shifting some, he lays down on the couch then, head propped against the armrest, finishing off the rest of the cigarette as he stares up to the ceiling. ]

I'm secretly insecure and always waiting for people to leave me.

[bobsicle]

[ Maybe it's his head swimming, but did he hear that right? Frowning, Bobby glances at John as he lays down on the couch, his back still comfortably leaning against the leather. ]

John? [ Pauses, still surprised he'd admit this. ] Hey. [ Places a gentle hand on the other's leg. ]

[fireshow]

What?

[ he doesn't bother to move his leg nor look over to the other. instead, he focuses on the smoke swirling above him from the tip of his nearly done cigarette. ]

[bobsicle]

[ Blue eyes never leaving John, Bobby's gaze turns softer, if not wistful. His voice, too, turns gentler, if not also laced with longing. ]

I never left you. [ It's quiet, almost like a whisper, but it's loud enough for both of them to hear. ] Even with everything that happened, I didn't leave. [ Never left him to die in Alcatraz. Never left all those happy memories in his mind. ]

[fireshow]

That's because I left before you could. It's what I do.

[ what he's done to a number of people here over time. ]

[bobsicle]

[ The hand on John's leg gives it a small, soft squeeze as if in reassurance. ]

And even then, I'll stay.

[ John can leave all he wants, numerous times if he wants, but Bobby knows he'll always be here, trying to be beside him. ]

[fireshow]

[ scoff there on his lips, he looks to the cigarette he holds there above him. watches the way the embers slowly begin to die. he can feel them, naturally. ]

Why?

[bobsicle]

Because you're my best friend.

[ Still is. Always be, no matter how rocky the roads are in their future. He watches John, transported back to that time they're also in this position in one of the Institute's couches, talking about stupid stuff. ]

And because you're important to me. Always have. Always will.