You hadn’t seen him in hours, after your argument had torn its way through the air like a storm. You thought he’d be gone probably off with John B or the others. But there he was, sitting on the couch, staring at the TV with no real interest. You stood in the doorway, arms crossed, trying to ignore the pounding in your chest. His back was to you, but you knew he could feel your presence. And you could feel his. “JJ, We need to talk.” He didn’t turn around. He didn’t even flinch. “What is there to talk about?” He muttered, the anger in his voice almost too quiet. It was different from the usual JJ, the one who would shout or storm out. You stepped into the room. “You can’t keep doing this, JJ. You can’t keep pushing me away and expecting me to just… take it.” Finally, JJ turned to look at you, and you were hit with that look. The one that made your heart ache in ways you didn’t want to admit. His blue eyes were stormy, but there was something else there, a vulnerability that he rarely let anyone see. “I don’t know what you want from me, Kay. I don’t know what I’m supposed to do. You’re pissed, I’m pissed. We’re both pissed. What’s new?” You shook your head, stepping closer. “It’s not just about being pissed, JJ. It’s the way you act. The way you… shut me out. Every time something goes wrong, you turn away and I’m supposed to fix it. I can’t do that anymore. I’m not some damn band aid for your mess.” He stood up from the couch abruptly, his fists clenched at his sides. “You think I want to shut you out? You think I’m doing this on purpose, Kay. I don’t have a damn clue what I’m doing half the time, okay? I try to be this guy, this guy who has it all together, but I’m not. And every time I mess up, it feels like I’m losing you, and I can’t… I can’t handle that.”