Relationships are tough man, especially for a dude like jj. He’s not used to getting attached and it actually sticking, take his mom for example—she dipped like he was a piece of shit, do you really expect good out of that?

“hey, y’good?” It was simple really, you guys comfort and hold each other in any sense you need whenever you need. You’re practically a couple, just..without the label.

The pogues had hosted a kegger, bringing people from around the island to group together and just get plastered to then lazily trip over sand when the sirens come.

his hand rubs at your hip, bringing your body closer to his sat one. His head leans against your back, nudging your side like a needy puppy for treats (treats being an answer).

“cmon, talk t’me. You wanna leave?” His warmed hand trails to rub at your belly, most likely in attempt to sooth what could possibly be wrong.

Yeah, maybe you two aren’t together—but he still cares about you, a lot actually.