When John's eyes dropped to him, Bobby, rather like a child that had been staring at something they knew they shouldn't be, very quickly and obviously - though he was convinced he was being sneaky - looked away, cleared his throat and then looked back at John like he hadn't been watching him.
He offered a smile, warmer than a lot of the strained ones that had been passed over the last week or so.
"Well, you don't have to see her unless a teacher makes you, and if you think you can deal fine on your own who's to stop you trying?" He shrugged, "You've got other avenues to deal with your stress and whatever anyway."
Aw crap.
Bobby caught himself seconds too late. He made a no-so-subtle hint to John's alcohol and sex life, again. Crap.