083. Sushi
'Sushi?'
Bobby nods, oblivious to the note of disgust in John's voice.
'Yeah, there's this new restaurant that's just opened in town. Wanna try it?'
John props himself up with his elbows, letting the magazine he hadn't really been reading slide to the floor. He fixes Bobby with a disbelieving smirk.
'Do I wanna try sushi?'
Bobby still hasn't picked up on the sarcasm John is dripping with, nor the utter stupidity of his request. His innocent smile is enough to make John consider dining on raw seafood for an evening, just so that he could boast when they had to buy chips on the way home.
…That and the fact that he hadn't humoured Bobby in a long while.
'Come on, it'll be different. Rogue says it's great.'
The smirk doesn't fall from John's face but it stiffens at the edges and becomes more of a sneer. The thought of humouring Bobby suddenly turns sour. He slouches back on the bed and turns his cold gaze to the ceiling.
'Nah, sounds shit.'
Bobby shrugs, too used to the cold to notice the chill that has iced over the conversation.
'Fair enough.'
Bobby always gives up too easily.