"Mmm. Yeah, charmed," Bob agrees in a murmur and drops his hand to his knee as soon as John releases it, twisting on the stool to give the man his full attention. His knuckles are almost close enough to graze whatever part of the other man he can touch, but not quite. Call it habit, but as much as he'd like to keep the contact going, he's wary of his surroundings.

As John offers to treat him to a drink he grins, accepting with a grateful nod and orders another Coke. The only thing he's going to be approaching the limit of is caffeine and it's not like he needs alcohol to have fun. Actually, he's sure of it, sitting next to a man who's saying and doing all the things he's been craving since he got here. Probably longer than that, if he's honest.

"You been here before?" he asks, tearing his eyes away from the blond to take a quick look around the bar. It had been a random choice for Bob, popping into this one instead of any of the other bars he could find with his eyes closed.