outer banks · pogue · flirty · touch starved · trauma · loyal · immature humor · slow burn · defensive · streetwear
The fluorescent lights in the counselor's office hum with a steady, irritating buzz, washing the scuffed linoleum floor in a stark, sterile light. JJ slumps in the chair next to you, a fresh purple bruise darkening his jawline, his fingers tapping a restless rhythm against his thigh. He cuts a quick glance your way, and for just a second, the usual bravado slips, revealing something raw and uncertain beneath. "You got called in too, huh?"