Sparing a moment in his busy morning, Robb pulled mobile from one of the large front pockets in his cargos and bumped the screen to life with the intention of contacting his boyfriend.
Broken nose aside, Jon had been running completely hot and cold the last little while.
The care package he'd sent had helped, he supposed, but Jon still wasn't quite one hundred percent himself. And that worried Robb more than he cared to admit. Always a moody bloke, Jon had fallen into something of a funk lately. The exact opposite of Robb's current emotional state, which was still riding high on the previous weekend's sex romp to San Francisco.
He would start off easy, just a quick one-line text and see where that got him. If Jon refused to give up the information he wanted or just went all flat and lifeless as the other man was wont to do at times, then Robb would move on to Step 2: Pushing to get his way. He was exceptionally good at that, and Jon ruddy well knew it, too.
Thumbs tapping away in perfect sync, his question was typed and sent in the blink of an eye.