Johnny stirs, scrunching his face up. "Hhnnuuh," What a graceful noise, yeah, he knows. A thick layer of fog doesn't leave while his eyes roll over the room he's in. Is that a poster of him? Oh my god, he was kidnapped by a crazy fan! He must have been. "Awwh. Reed warned me about this."

He clumsily wipes his face, some memories of fighting along side his vigilante friend until Johnny got distracted and slammed down over the head. He must have passed out. A groan rolls out of his throat, and he kicks off the blanket on top of him. "Hello?" Johnny calls with a nervous tinge. "Is anyone.. here?"

A face appears in the door, a very cute face. The face has some bruises and so does the rest of the person's body that he can see. A nice voice accompanies the face. It's hard to understand with the fog, though he clocks it as his best friend, his favourite vigilante. "Is this your room? Or, were you kidnapped too?" Johnny slurs.

He coughs weakly, head spinning, struggling to sit up. "Mmh. 'M sorry I let us get kidnapped." Maybe that hit on his head was worse than you thought. "God, you're so gorgeous. Have I told you that? Because, you areee. Ughh I just want to kiss you."