"I've never been great at waiting for anyone, tbh," Bobby said, spelling out the acronym for 'to be honest' because he was a trash person.
"This guy I'm...well not seeing," he started to explain, once more getting way more into his own head than was necessary for Kitty's edification, "it's more like I saw him once and I'm hoping to see him on the reg, anyway, he told me when I got here that we can either sit around and be miserable while trying to figure this out or we try and live and find some kind of joy along the way while trying to figure it out. Which was, like, good point. I was really going through it when I first got here, too. So that's normal."
He scrunched up his face again like a cartoon character after she poked his nose.
"Cycling through the guilt is normal. But I think, honestly, that we have to find some way to be happy until we get home. It's like all those post-apopaloptic--" surely he meant post-apocalyptic "tv shows, or like Lost. Everything's shit, but you make it work. That's part of the surviving. Besides, we've got each other."