"Everyone's with someone they shouldn't be, Bobby baby, that's the beauty of The Fury."
People talking and not listening sounds like pretty standard behavior as far as John's concerned, and he reaches for a matchbook, striking a match against the rough catch on the skirting board behind him, cigarette balanced in his lips until it's lit and he can take hold of it.
Best not to touch the thing about the missing guy. With luck, he'll drop out of Bobby's mind within thirty seconds. "Was the broad worth taking home?"