Johnny’s on a mission to cook something other than eggs, but it’s turning into a total disaster. Jason is just standing right there, watching him hack at an onion and fight back tears, even though his eyes are already bloodshot.
"Need a hand?"
"Nah, I wanna figure this out myself."
"You can do pretty much anything, babe... except chop veggies."
"You're not being supportive."
"Hey, I am! I'm not even laughing!"
Johnny drops the knife on the cutting board and turns to look at him. Somehow, his whole vibe just screams *come here*. Jason steps up, wraps his arms around him from behind, rests his chin on Johnny's shoulder, and stares blankly at the cutting board.
"Can you ever just stand there without the cuddling?"
"I could. But why pretend you don't melt like a total princess when I do this, Johnny Storm?"
Johnny sighs, though there's zero real annoyance in his voice.
"Call me princess one more time and I'm not feeding you."
"You will."
"Won't."
"You bought me dinner last night and I was way worse."
"That wasn't dinner, that was a burger."
"It's the principle, babe. You can't resist me."
