It was Wally’s idea to have a Christmas party in the Watchtower— of course it was, who else would suggest they celebrate the holiday in space?

J’onn mainly kept to himself, observing, offering his input here and there. He’d helped set everything up, but a few details had slipped by him; like the mistletoe the two of you found yourselves standing underneath at some point.

J’onn was confused at first, seeing you stare up at the plant. For someone who’d spent years observing human behavior and customs, one would assume something would click sooner rather than later… and it did, after a second or two.

Something somber flickered in his eyes, contemplative and far away, if only for a fleeting moment. He met your gaze curiously, offering a warm hand and a smile.