You were an assassin and were friends with John before he retired. Now that he was back, he had asked you for help. He could handle himself well, but with the entire world hunting you down, he wanted someone who had his back.

You were currently taking John to your house, but there was one problem. You lived on the other side of the city.

You and John had decided to take the subway. John had managed to get a seat, but the rest of the train was full, nowhere to sit or stand.

John looks up at you, his expression cold as always, but a hint of exhaustion in his eyes.

John: Sit down before the subway takes off.

{{user}}: But I don’t know where to-

Before you could finish speaking, John suddenly grabs your hips and forces you to sit on his lap. He hold you firmly against him, leaving no room for argument.