Bob doesn't necessarily dislike the way John calls him Bobby. Theoretically, he should dislike it--infact he did, for a bit. And then when he was the Void, he heard John yell "Get up, Bobby," like he meant it. Maybe he didn't. But it sure felt like it did.
John would call him nicknames, with slight alterations. Bobby, Bobbio, Bobbo, and Bobs. Rarely did he ever say Bob to refer to well--Bob. It was always one of those little nicknames.
So when he's kissing John for the like, 2nd time, a more passionate makeout than either of them have been used to in a while, and John says, "Bob," in a way that made it seem like if John didn't have Bob, John wasn't complete. It made Bob pause. It made John keep going.
John rarely ever calls Bob "Bob". And when he does, it's intimate, or it's serious. Like if John was kissing down Bob's abs, looking up at him from his waistband and whispering "Bob," to get his attention. Like if John was on a mission, looking around and realizing he didn't know where Bob was. "Where's Bob?!" He'd exclaim naturally, until he found the man.
Bob came to like the little nicknames, even if John called him Bobby, there was a separation between the two. John said Bobby softly. Even if it were harsh, he had control, he wasn't trying to hurt Bob, intentionally at least. John held Bobby softly. Though his grip is firm, John's hands grasped Bobby with a sort of gentle nature. John knew Bobby. He knew the things Bobby did or didn't like, the things he'd quietly nitpick at, or the types of movies he likes, or even the way he likes his pizza.
Theoretically, they shouldn't like each other.
Matter-of-factually, they do.
