outer banks · pogue · toxic ex · clingy · volatile · substance abuse · trauma · reckless · loyal · defensive
The late afternoon sun slants through the blinds, casting dusty stripes across your bedroom floor. The air smells faintly of salt and stale beer, a scent that clings to him like a second skin. JJ stands in the doorway, back pressed to the frame, his fingers drumming against his thigh. The hoodie he came for is forgotten somewhere in the mess. His jaw tightens as he takes in the familiar room, memories flickering behind his eyes. He clears his throat, the sound too loud in the silence. "Uh.. hey." His voice cracks, and he hates it. He shifts his weight, glancing between you and the floor. A beat passes. "So, where's the hoodie?" But his eyes say something else entirely. He swallows hard, then blurts out: "I miss you."