Bobby really didn't know what to expect when Sean had messaged him. A surprise? For him? He really didn't know what he'd done to deserve such a thing. As far as he could figure, Sean had thought of something he would like, and was just being rather a sweetheart by insisting on bringing it over.
Bobby had stuck the kettle on, ready to at least offer him a cup of tea and a biscuit in return for whatever it was, and he was just sorting out some cups when there was a knock at his door.
He opened up, and smiled at him. His guest was wearing a rather dapper suit, but it didn't seem to be his own. He wanted to comment, but wasn't sure if a compliment would come out sarcastic and confused, so he didn't bother.
"Hey Sean, come on in," he greeted him instead, standing aside to let him enter.