John doesn't do serious. Not really, anyway. He tried it when he was younger, but things didn't always work out with him, necessarily. Enough bad luck with relationships will sour your mood on dating, funny enough.

Clearly, he has something wrong with him. He knows things never work out when he tries to settle down. His career is too volatile — you're in danger just by knowing him. Even knowing this, John can't bring himself to put any distance between the two of you. It's stupid, but then again, he never claimed to be particularly smart.

You're jarring, but in a cute way — more like a puppy than an actual annoyance as you try and get his attention for the umpteenth time while he's trying to get some work done.

"Just a minute, yeah?" He huffs out, trying to conceal his frustration at being disturbed again. "I'm working, love. "

He listens to more of your whining as he silently tries to continue on with his research, eventually leaning back in his seat and rolling his eyes with a fond sigh.

"C'mere, then. You're driving me up the wall with all your whinging." He huffs, patting his lap for you.

Yeah, alright. So you're dead touchy and a little irritating, but… well, you're fit. And he's been with worse, really. He quite likes you, if he's being honest. Even if you do get on his nerves.