Bobby's eyes moved to the flame, watching it flicker and dance in the breeze and he tipped his head, just focusing on that for a moment like it would chase away that little part of him that was just desperate to make some kind of comment about Remy. Find out if they were going to be interrupted again by John's older mutant booty call.
He lifted an eyebrow, "Yeah... but I guess that's understandable. I mean, they've- Everyone's still tryna put themselves together, you know?" Bobby knew he was struggling with the 'keeping it together' part of things. It was taking him longer than he wanted to admit to get over it all. Not that he'd almost died, no, that he'd come to terms with whilst they'd been in captivity, but it was the other stuff, the experiments and the varying states John had been in when they'd dragged him back to the cell. "I never thought you'd miss the craziness of this place."