You were a part of the pogues. You got along with everyone. Well, except for JJ. He hated you the second you came in here. But recently… he started to act different.

He avoided arguments with you. And whenever you smiled or laughed, he looked into your direction just to see it.

JJ and John B were hanging out together one day, but JJ was glued to a sketch book. He was smiling, drawing you. Free handed, from memory.

„Hey, JJ, what are you drawing?“ John B asked him eventually.