Bobby hadn't been avoiding John, per se, and even if he had been, it wasn't for the reasons that John had inevitably cooked up in his paranoid and ever self-sabotaging brain of his.
If anything, the realisation that his best friend was kind of gay was a relief. It meant that John was, at least, a teenager with a sex drive. The fact that said sex drive stretched out towards the male end of the spectrum didn't really matter to him. It was more the fact that suddenly there was someone else that John wanted to spend time with that wasn't Bobby, and the fact that this someone managed to provide orgasms to John made Remy a far more fun person to hang around with.
Bobby was kind of waiting for the inevitable "we've had our fun, I'm going to go stay in Remy's room permanently now so that we can have lots of sex." It was not a conversation he was looking forward to having and he didn't want to actively get shafted by John in favour of spending time with Remy.
Okay, so he was jealous. And that was the issue. Bobby had never been jealous when it came to other people and John before. Ever. And this was a serious problem because Bobby had no idea how to deal with it and he was still trying to deal with the fall out from what had happened and how John had looked after him so obviously the firestarter actually cared about him in some way but obviously not enough to forgo sex for.
That was fine. Except that it wasn't, because Bobby wasn't entirely sure that it was just because John was spending time with Remy that was the problem.
The clicking of a lighter caught his attention as he wandered down the corridor having nicely gorged himself on ice-cream (shut up, it helped make him feel better) and he stuck his head into the room, taking a slow - but deep - breath before he moved inside.
"...hey." he greeted quietly, hoping that the inherent weirdness that had come from his sudden realisation that he was jealous was going to go away, at least for the duration of this conversation.