"Oh, that guy," he grinned, a moment of his normal self coming out as she mentioned Lockheed, the dragon who stole his socks.
"Yeah, I'm just, I don't know." Bobby didn't know how to bring it up, especially when he couldn't decide if he was more angry at John or more sad about him turning his back, so he planted a kiss against Kitty's hair and walked with her to the couch.
"Pizza, you said?" Eyeing the screen and the game she had paused, Bobby smiled more easily this time and took off his suit jacket to lay across the back of the couch. "Sup, Locky," he greeted the dragon before looking at Kitty again and ran his fingers through his hair before finally spilling it, "I heard from John."