I think somebody should fuck Jon so stupid he can barely walk. Tremors in his limbs. Brain moving at an achingly slow pace. Reaching instinctively for the files he was working on before but it takes him three tries and he can barely read the words he’s looking at. His partner chuckling, maybe kindly, maybe mockingly, in a way that’d ruffle his feathers if he had the energy or brainpower to register it, and telling him they’re gonna take him home now, since obviously he isn’t going to get anything done like this, and him nodding all slow and thoughtless as the help him up and across the room.