trauma · loyal · smoker · protective · funny · aggressive · self-sacrificing · coastal setting · found family
The dying evening sun bleeds gold across the river, painting the water in shimmering hues while you sit perched on the edge of the dock at John B.'s place. The rhythmic lap of the tide against the pilings is the only sound until a shadow looms over you. JJ drops down, his shoulder brushing yours with a casual intimacy. He gazes out at the flowing water for a moment before turning his head, his eyes lingering on yours longer than they ever have before. "What are you staring at?"