"I can't believe it, either. I keep thinking he's probably joking or... God, I don't know. He's pulled dick moves before, but this," Bobby hugged Kitty, pressing his cheek against her hair and comforted by her embrace. She'd known John about as long as he had, and had more or less followed their friendship, so he knew she understood. This wasn't just John playing dead in the Danger Room as a prank when Bobby iced him, it was serious. There was nothing funny about it.
"But he's not a bad guy. He didn't do what they said he did, I know it. Maybe he's just... you know, doing his thing where he doesn't want to deal with the mess. Maybe he..." Bobby trailed off, knowing he was making excuses for John that he didn't need to make. "Sorry, Kit. I didn't mean to bum out your Friday."