"They are kids, ain't they? They ain't supposed to be angels." And his two? They definitely weren't. "We can give it a try. Maybe they'll get along. Not sure if that'd make it better or worse."
Matty and Sam each came with their own set of issues. Although, admittedly, Bobby seemed to have a much better time handling them than John ever did, going by what he'd told him. At least Sam had never tried to run away from him. "If prayin' did anythin', the world would be a different place. Not better though, lookin' at the idjits that do the most prayin'."
They had finally reached town and Bobby parked in front of the diner/motel, looking at Aleister and feeling decidedly awkward. "You should probably stop the... Y'know. The stuff. Some of the jokes. Don't want you gettin' into trouble around here."
"Oh, I can behave in the south. I practically had my formative years there. Beer, trucks and God, don't say the gay." Michael was not a stranger to playing these sort of games but he wished he didn't have to. That was the other perk of sitting living - lack of conservative values out in the open. He didn't need Christianity or the closet. "Don't worry about my pretty little self."
Then he smirked, leaning forward a little so he was in Bobby's personal space but not too forward. "I like that you're protective. All that and you fix cars too. Aren't you a regular hero?" He should probably stop hitting on this guy but it was so easy.
"Mind picking me up tomorrow morning so I can get the car from you? I'll only be five, maybe six hours."
Bobby held his place, steadfastly not moving away. He wasn't sure how else to deal with the flirting, freezing up and blushing was so not it, but at least he didn't seem skittish. He was hoping. "Ain't much of a hero."
Right now he felt like a coward. A coward who was potentially more gay than he'd have previously assumed. Definitely something to ponder later, not right now. "I'll pick you up. What time you gettin' up? I can get you after I drop the boys off at school."
"As early as you can, I want to ideally have some day left to work out where to stuff my brother." Michael watched bobby and then smiled. Even under all that facial hair, he could see it. That was not gay panic. Interesting. And the games began.
Michael got out of the car and retrieved his bag from the back, holding up a hand. "See you tomorrow. I'll be out here."
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Matty and Sam each came with their own set of issues. Although, admittedly, Bobby seemed to have a much better time handling them than John ever did, going by what he'd told him. At least Sam had never tried to run away from him. "If prayin' did anythin', the world would be a different place. Not better though, lookin' at the idjits that do the most prayin'."
They had finally reached town and Bobby parked in front of the diner/motel, looking at Aleister and feeling decidedly awkward. "You should probably stop the... Y'know. The stuff. Some of the jokes. Don't want you gettin' into trouble around here."
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Then he smirked, leaning forward a little so he was in Bobby's personal space but not too forward. "I like that you're protective. All that and you fix cars too. Aren't you a regular hero?" He should probably stop hitting on this guy but it was so easy.
"Mind picking me up tomorrow morning so I can get the car from you? I'll only be five, maybe six hours."
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Right now he felt like a coward. A coward who was potentially more gay than he'd have previously assumed. Definitely something to ponder later, not right now. "I'll pick you up. What time you gettin' up? I can get you after I drop the boys off at school."
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Michael got out of the car and retrieved his bag from the back, holding up a hand. "See you tomorrow. I'll be out here."