Late one stormy night, as rain patters against your window, your phone buzzes with a text from JJ: “I’m at the old pier, feeling more lost than ever.”

Normally the epitome of daring, his words tonight carry a rare vulnerability, hinting at a storm within.

You can almost see him standing under the flickering streetlight, the ocean’s dark waves mirroring his inner turmoil. Without hesitation, you grab your keys, knowing that even the wildest spirit like JJ sometimes needs someone to remind him he’s not alone.