John slid into the seat in front of him blocking his view of the rain and looked into her shocked blue eyes. John's eyes were like a deep blue ocean, but the fire was all gone. "Hi, Bobby."
"Is that really you?" That was the best Bobby could come up with in the state of shock he was in. The John in front of him was nowhere as unpleasant looking as the one he fought. Not that he was unpleasant looking, as he was not good-looking. John had always been good looking, but there was something about him at the fight that looked bad. He looked like he hadn't eaten, didn't sleep, and looked kind of week. Maybe that was why he lost.
Lost in his own train of thoughts, the ice mutant barely had enough time to register what the other said. He raised an eyebrow as if to repeat it. "I said yes," He repeated again, rolling his eyes. "You always seemed to be spaced out."
"How would you know? You're not here anymore." Bobby barked at him as the sudden urge to hug his old friend turned to the sudden urge to smack him in the face with ice.
John nodded his head and stretched out his hands in defense. "No shit, iceman." He chuckled as he played it off humorously like always. "Anyways, Magneto was using me-" "No shit, Pyro!" "Do you mind not interrupting me every five seconds?"
He gave him a look before continuing. "He was using me. When we were standing on the bridge, I went to go after you though he said to me for the pawns to go first. I figured that meant I was more than some pawn in his plot. Unfortunately, I learned that I was a pawn. Jean was the only person he ever cared about. Well, not exactly like that. I guess you could say she was the only one he respected."
Bobby took this all in as he listened to his friend talk. John seemed to have learned his lesson. But where the hell was he for a year? Was he coming back? Would he accept it when he told him he loved him? Woah. He needed to back up. One thing at a time.
"How do I know you aren't pulling my leg?" He asked in worriment. There was a part of him-John would say the 'x-men part'-that was saying John was lying. Again.
The mutant of the subject reached over the table to where Bobby was sitting, grabbed a piece of hair, and pulled it roughly until he heard him scream at him. "I'm pulling your hair instead," John chuckled and smirked when he just glared at him angrily still expecting an answer. "Okay. I'm being serious…trying. You just need to trust me. I wasn't always bad." Bobby raised an eyebrow again. "Okay, I was always kind of bad in another sense, but I'm not part of the damn brotherhood anymore. I don't believe in Magneto's lying shit. Magneto's-I don't even know where he is."
Bobby wanted to believe him like he wanted to kiss him. That was very badly too. "He's being human miserable somewhere." He sighed, placing his head in his hands. This was stressful. It was best to not meet John's eyes.
"I highly doubt that." There was a soft chink noise and a few people making gasping noises. Bobby quickly looked up from the table to see John swirling a little ball of fire in his hands. There was a lighter on the table, but he wasn't holding it. "Considering my powers came back."