John took in that Bobby ramble for a few moments, equally thankful and worried that he could in fact understand every word of it. Clearly he'd been spending too much time with the popsicle.
"You're jealous?" He asked, trying to rationalise that in his head because he was the one who had to watch everybody love all over Bobby and hate all over him, which wasn't exactly fun or that self affirming. So Bobby could have as many friends as he wanted, but John couldn't have any? Not even the casual friends with benefits kind?
John blinked a couple times, apparently the concept of somebody being jealous over him was a completely new and totally alien one to him. "So the fact I come and hang out with you even though you've barely said three words to me in the last couple of weeks means that I clearly want to be around the Cajun more." He sat up slowly. "Gambit and I, we're... friends with benefit, Bobby. It's a totally different relationship from you and me. We have years and shit."
This was a totally girly conversation and John hated that. "You're my best friend, Bobby. Nothing is gonna change that." There, he said it, God help Bobby if he made a big deal out of it.