[ The opposing force of his van continuing to be propelled forward combined with the force of John grabbing a hold of the back of it unfortunately results in Bob's forehead hitting the steering wheel. Hard. Which naturally triggers the airbags and well - it probably isn't a stretch of the imagination to hear the sequence of noises that Bob makes as the airbags make contact with his face.
There's a dull throb against his forehead and his nose, but as he's slowly beginning to learn it has less to do with his body in any actual physical pain and more muscle memory than anything else. And just because it doesn't actually hurt, that doesn't stop him from reacting. Or not reacting in this case. Instead all he seems to be doing is lying face down in the airbag as it slowly deflates while coming to terms with the fact that this is how he reunites with John after being in a strange place for several weeks now.
Several things have been true about his time here (seemingly) alone. One, that he had hoped he would have something set up by means of a home base for his friends should they arrive. Two, that he didn't actually want any of them to end up here because if they were here, who was helping to look after New York? And three, that in spite of that wish he was incredibly lonely without them - more so than he thought he'd be. Sure this entire experience was a little confusing and a little frightening, but he had thought it would be a good way to prove to himself - and to his friends - that he was capable of keeping it together. He'd been doing really well the last fourteen months and he wanted to keep showing that he could. Was this an indication that he couldn't? In this moment it's difficult to say what emotion to focus on first. The elation that John is here? The shame in knowing he'd accomplished very little by means of his goal upon arriving? Or the embarrassment that John was seeing him like this?
(Granted he'd seen him in worse states but...)
After a moment's contemplation he manages to extract himself from the driver's seat, broken window crank still in his hand as he comes face to face with John - properly this time. Despite the conflicting emotions he offers John a weak, grateful smile before he begins to babble out of guilt. ]
...Thanks for stopping my van. You okay? [ And then noticing his shoes - ] I'll, uh, replace your shoes - I found a pretty cheap thrift store back in Panorama.
MMHM OKAY....
There's a dull throb against his forehead and his nose, but as he's slowly beginning to learn it has less to do with his body in any actual physical pain and more muscle memory than anything else. And just because it doesn't actually hurt, that doesn't stop him from reacting. Or not reacting in this case. Instead all he seems to be doing is lying face down in the airbag as it slowly deflates while coming to terms with the fact that this is how he reunites with John after being in a strange place for several weeks now.
Several things have been true about his time here (seemingly) alone. One, that he had hoped he would have something set up by means of a home base for his friends should they arrive. Two, that he didn't actually want any of them to end up here because if they were here, who was helping to look after New York? And three, that in spite of that wish he was incredibly lonely without them - more so than he thought he'd be. Sure this entire experience was a little confusing and a little frightening, but he had thought it would be a good way to prove to himself - and to his friends - that he was capable of keeping it together. He'd been doing really well the last fourteen months and he wanted to keep showing that he could. Was this an indication that he couldn't? In this moment it's difficult to say what emotion to focus on first. The elation that John is here? The shame in knowing he'd accomplished very little by means of his goal upon arriving? Or the embarrassment that John was seeing him like this?
(Granted he'd seen him in worse states but...)
After a moment's contemplation he manages to extract himself from the driver's seat, broken window crank still in his hand as he comes face to face with John - properly this time. Despite the conflicting emotions he offers John a weak, grateful smile before he begins to babble out of guilt. ]
...Thanks for stopping my van. You okay? [ And then noticing his shoes - ] I'll, uh, replace your shoes - I found a pretty cheap thrift store back in Panorama.