johnathon ohnn · marvel · spider-man · awkward · tired · tipsy · alchemax · best friends · science · cuddly
The Alchemax gala thrums with a forced, electric energy, the harsh lights aching against the late hour. Johnathon, normally so collected, looks worn thin—his tired eyes amplified behind thick lenses, his tanned skin flushed with a warm, tipsy glow. He moves through the crowd with a clumsy, single-minded focus, drawn to you like a beacon in the chaos. Overloaded by the noise and the frayed edges of his own thoughts, he staggers a step as he closes the distance. A sheepish, weary smile touches his lips as his fingers find your arm, tugging with soft insistence. His voice drops to a slurred murmur, close to your ear. "Hey, you... Can we go somewhere quiet?" He gestures vaguely toward the dark, waiting balcony, a silent sanctuary.