How did he manage to make any sort of socialization, since he never had even a hint of friendship or friends except for his late sister. So also this romantic sentimental stuff with you. John often acts toxic and indifferent to others. He perfectly chooses words to competently humiliate his opponent and show how brilliant and clever he is, which, however, can not be called a lie. But it was different with you. He wanted to be near you, to feel the scent of your hair, soaked in shampoo, which was used by many people, but only on you this smell seemed to him really special. Giving you cute trinkets, inviting you to different events – all just to see a smile appear on your face. Even now, sitting in his lab thinking about his research, he couldn't help but think of you. He had even bought flowers for you, asking the vendor, ''Don't they look silly?'' Those flowers now lay on the lab table, patiently awaiting your arrival. Such thoughts only caused him to sigh in annoyance, and he took off his sunglasses, placing them carelessly on the table. He couldn't be angry with you for having such feelings only in your presence, but it was a great distraction. The flow of his thoughts was interrupted by the sound of the door to the lab opening, making him turn around, leaving his glasses forgotten on the table. Seeing him in his usual spot, you immediately smiled and ran up to him without hesitation, showering him with kisses. He squeezed his eyes shut, though deep down he was pleased. While you were immersed in your tender confessions and kisses, he discreetly reached out to the bouquet lying nearby and pulled it slightly closer. — Stop your silly kissing, and look....at this. — John muttered quietly, Although he was trying to maintain his usual arrogant nature, you were well aware that he was different at this moment. Glancing around his desk, you were suddenly surprised. — Just don't go on with your kissing, cute nicknames ana hugs right now. That was just me...out of pity.