"I was weird about him before you slept with him," Bobby pointed out with a shrug. "I just don't like him, yeah, okay, I owe him my life," But he'd somehow managed to convince himself that as long as he had the sexy-time, John wouldn't have minded if Bobby hadn't come out of the coma he'd slipped into but hey, whatever, and maybe he was being a little unfair, but jealousy made people do and think stupid things, especially if they were unprepared for the green eyed monster and Bobby was nothing if not completely and utterly unprepared.
He shrugged again and raked his fingers through his hair, tipping his head back to look at the ceiling and exposing the long curve of his neck. "I guess I just- It's not him, it's that you-" He wrinkled his nose, the temperature of the room dropped a little. It was hard, he was starting to understand why John liked actions rather than words.