Bobby tried his very best not to seem fazed by Jean's question. It wasn't like she knew he and Lorna were still boning. It wasn't like she could read his--
"Yes, Jean. Lorna and I speak on a pretty regular basis." No sarcasm in his voice either, though that sense of alarm was wriggling its way back into his mind again. Why was he so on edge? This was Jean. Jean! She was pretty much his sister. There was no need to be terrified of her, right? Right?!
He tried to shake the thoughts from his mind, attacking the fridge like he'd been drawn to it by a magnet, shuffling through the drawers and bins until he assembled a wide variety of sandwich making materials. Salami, ham, lettuce, tomatoes, mustard, relish. Pretty much anything that could possibly go on a sandwich was now in Bobby's arms and being dumped onto the counter. He gave a quick smile as he rummaged around next for the bread. "Um. So. How have you been? Did you have a good birthday? I'm sorry I missed it..."