[ he wasn't planning to drink, but he figured, well, alcohol doesn't really do anything to his dad anyway, and a little eggnog never hurt anyone. now he realizes that as with most of his powers, he can't just assume it's going to work like his dad's.

in other words, he's a lightweight.

it's been pretty harmless so far, though. mostly it's made him sleepy and affectionate-- affection which is probably safest to give to kon instead of any of the more breakable humans at the party. his control is usually extremely precise, of course, but he's also never been this tipsy before. or tipsy at all, actually.

he blinks as tim approaches him, confusion crossing his expression briefly before smoothing into easy good humor again. ]

I didn't make you stuff so you felt like you had to give me something back, Tim. [ he absently pats the seat next to him, resisting the sudden and silly urge to hug the other teen. tim seems so stressed out sometimes-- even when jon had been a kid, the few times he'd seen tim around the other teen had seemed overworked and maybe a little bit underappreciated. ] I just want you to have a good Christmas. .. And stay warm. [ he blinks again, sleepily. ] Your uniform has short sleeves.. doesn't really seem practical sometimes..