Bobby lifted a hand, then both at the shift in John's posture in the universal sign for 'woah, calm down, please don't throw a fireball at my face and singe my eyebrows off'.
"Just that you don't need to see Dr Russell 'cause you've got your own way of dealing with things!" He said, shifting on the chair and lifting his shoulders. He spoke quite quickly, like he was trying to get it all out before John stormed off and didn't speak to him for a week. "I'm not saying it's a bad thing, it's just an observation."
His eyebrow lifted because he was sharper than people gave him credit for. "Re?" he asked, tipping his head a little, "So he has a real name?" Huh, what a surprise. And it was no surprise that John knew it. Bobby was pretty sure hearing the guy mutter 'Gambit' every time he saw the light fantastic got kind of old quite quickly. "Who said I had a problem with him?" It was his turn to get a little defensive. It was a familiar dance, one they'd been doing a lot of in the last while and Bobby forced his shoulders to relax. John was just asking.