Pills don't help but it sure is funny

I put my hand against my cheek stroking it gently, "got in trouble again I might guess" Bob mutter as he look at his coffee cup in my lap. I just look down and feel the warmness in my hand.
"Take a sip, you look tired" he said and smiled softly. "No Bob its your coffee"
I remarked about to hand him it. He kept driving the car and smiled, "Frank, remember when you used to work at the coffee shop with me?." I nod "well our boss told me to always listen to you, so now you sorta owe me" he giggles. I put the coffee against my lip and shrug as I take a sip,
that was clearly made by Bob. Judging by the strong coffee flavour, but layer by layer of sugar.
"Like it baby?" He sang trying not to laugh his ass off. "Very good daddy" I answered and rolled my eyes, "didnt realise you were into that" Bob smirked. "Youre a sick little man" I mumbled under my breath. "I know" he responded and laughed, it went quiet for a minute as I were drinking the coffee. He seem like he had aged, it made me happy, seeing how happy and mature he seemed.
Bob were right, I really needed coffee right now, Bob cares, Bob is nice. "Hows the shop?" I ask and break the silence. "Nah boring really, teenagers and instagram I guess" I laugh at him and bop his nose. "Where do you live though?" Bob asked, I look down at Bob's coffee and see that its almost no more in the cup. "3 minutes, right by the flower shop"
Bob just nodded, I put down the coffee. "Still in an apartment?" He asked me, "yep, pretty shitty" I answer and put my hand over my eyes and
rub. "Still with that sewing kit guy?" He asked in an jokingly tone.
"Kit" I correct him and dont even move my body, "he's at work now though."
Bob smiles at me, "can I come into your apartment?"
he cheerfully asked. "Yeah I guess so" I answer.

Notes

Do u ship Bob and Frnk? Or gerd and frnk? Who cares *turns into dancing green alien*