The evening couldn’t have gone any better; good music, tasty food, fun company, and now a show to boot. Bobby thought he was at a dinner theater for a second when he saw the commotion, he was glad though. Not that Betsy deserved it, he was just glad that the violent episode didn’t involve him and the guy sitting across from him. Now that their dates had fled, Bobby felt a gut wrenching urge to talk about feelings with the pyrokine.
“Hey, I uh..”
He moved his drink to the center of the table for room to lean.
“I think we’re both fucked up John, but no hard feelings?” he asked with a hand extended to shake his.
That’s it? Out of all the thought that went into their relationship, the tossing and turning before bed and awkward moments when asked about their brawl, he was going to shake his hand like teammates on a playing field? Really? But perhaps that’s what being an X-Man was all about. You don’t always get along with people, agree with them, or like them for that matter, but they’re all together as one, as a team. It’s nice going through life being able to depend on someone. Bobby had a feeling John knew what he was thinking, but sometimes things are better left unsaid, in man world anyway.