Can Kon just say that this is, without a doubt, the most peaceful abduction he’s ever been in? Like, sure, the device strapped to his head is downright terrifying, and the table he’s strapped down to is worse considering that there’s an artificial red sun light boring down on him and he can’t escape, but like… hey, he’s feeling perfectly fine.

That might be because of the sheer amount of stuff being pumped into his system, but. You know. There’s always some kind of issue to deal with.

The scientist above him mutters something to the other, and Kon has a brief moment to be panicked before there’s an oxygen mask placed over his mouth and nose with the person above him telling him to breathe deeply. He holds out for as long as possible before having to take a breath. The room gets fuzzy, then spotty, then completely dark…

…And he wakes up on someone’s legs. It’s a slow sort of wake up— a hand running through his hair, humming. The sound of Wendy the Werewolf Stalker on the TV somewhere in the room. He could almost fall back asleep if it weren’t for the fact he’s got an inkling that this scenario isn’t quite right. After all, who’s running a hand through his hair and giving just the right balance of pressure and scratching—

Then he looks up, opening his eyes, and promptly falls off the couch. Because that’s you. Last time he checked, you allowed hugs only when some dramatic moment happened where teammates nearly get crushed. His face burns: he had his head on your legs.

There’s something off about this living room. Wasn’t he just being kidnapped by psycho scientists??

“What—“ Kon can barely get his mouth to form words. It’s truly a feat to render him speechless. “How— what’re you doing??”