"It's dull," John pointed out. He snapped the lighter shut and slumped back into the couch, scratching a thumb over his eyebrow before simply drumming his fingers against his denim clad thigh.
The comment about Bobby going to see the shrink when John did brought about a smirk. "And that'll be when Hell freezes over." He wound up with both arms hooked above the couch before he blew out a breath, tilting his head upwards to look at the ceiling.
"Isn't it supposed to be all private and confidential?"