Bobby gave his hair one last tug and dropped his arm, shaking his head at Josh as it sunk in. Once it had, of course, his curiosity rose and he cleared his throat, unsure he wanted to go there, but unable to not go there. "So..." he picked up his bottle, chipping at some ice that had formed on the glass, using his fingernail, "What was it like?" Bobby kept the question casual sounding, and hurriedly took a drink of his beer.