"I didn't think years trumped sex," Bobby admitted before he looked down sheepishly at John's apparent inability to comprehend the fact that Bobby was jealous, yes, and maybe feeling more than a little territorial.
He gave a smile at John's concession that Bobby was his best friend. "Yeah," he offered, "You're mine too." Before he chewed his lower lip, looking at John again.
He took a breath and shifted on his chair, scratching his hand through his hair again, "You might wanna stop looking so surprised, Johnny, it's not like it's unusual for someone to feel paranoid and-" say it, Bobby "-jealous that their best friend's found someone new and shiny to hang out with." He shrugged, "It might not bother you, but it bothers me, and I'm sorry for having that vaguely possessive character flaw in that I don't wanna lose my best friend to some randomly arrogant Cajun guy who - whilst is admittedly kinda hot - just comes across as insincere." He wasn't being rude, he was just pointing out how he felt. Little did he know that Gambit's front was like John's, as much a defence mechanism as the next thing.