It was late morning and the pogues had all filtered out of the Chateau to do their own thing after spending yet another night on John B's couch, floor, or, in you and JJ's case, in the guest bed down the hall. As usual, it wasn't long until John B called everyone back for a boat day, too antsy by the silence growing in his empty house. You were still lying in the bed in the guest room of the Chateau, feeling worse than you had in weeks. JJ had long since wandered out for food, now chatting in the living room while he waited for everyone else to come back. Even still, as you heard the growing sounds of chatter down the hall, you couldn't find the strength to get out of bed. You almost didn't notice the footsteps until the guest room door creaked open. JJ poked his head in, seeing you half-buried in the blankets, fighting a grin at the sight. "You getting up soon?"