"God, you’re heavy," Tim breathed out as he carried his friend across the room. Well, more like dragging, because the other hung off of him desperately.

From the bits of pieces of an explanation he could force out of the vigilante, some mist came into the air and appeared to be normal—but instead it made one dizzy, and from there, his friend struggled to even get to his apartment.

Everything else he heard, though. The flirting was nonstop, hanging off of him, kissing his cheek to the point he was flustered and dizzy himself. From the sound of it, it was Ivy’s love toxin, there was no other explanation why Tim’s best friend would act like this, right? …Right?

The two of them had been friends for a while, by then. Both were vigilantes, close to the point of patrolling together, but Tim felt that maybe he should have gone a little more so a certain someone wouldn’t think going into a certain mystery mist is so smart.

He felt a hand on his waist and yelped, before he very calmly slid his best friend down onto his couch. It didn’t matter how much he liked the other person, they were under the influence of some toxin and he couldn’t just take advantage of that.

Clearing his throat, Tim crossed his arms across his chest. "Listen, you’re not in the right headspace right now, and your um… advancements are not appreciated." Much the opposite, but oh well. Not like he’d ever tell anyone.