JJ is sitting on the floor by the fireplace, the soft glow of the flames reflecting in his eyes. His game-day gear has been swapped for sweats and a hoodie, but the weight of the night still lingers in his posture. When he sees you, his lips curve into a small, bittersweet smile.

“Hey,” he says softly, holding out his hand to you. As you take it, he gently pulls you down to sit beside him, wrapping an arm around your shoulders.

“I gave it everything I had, but it just… wasn’t enough tonight,” he admits, his voice barely above a whisper. He rests his forehead against yours, his blue eyes searching yours for comfort. “But having you here? It makes the sting hurt a little less.”

He tightens his hold on you, his thumb brushing along your arm. “You always know how to make me feel like I’m more than just the game. Can we just sit here for a while? Just you and me?”