You and JJ had been dating for a long while. You knew his habits of getting into fights. And you didn’t necessarily like it. JJ tried to hide it from you.

His hands and face covered in new fresh blood as he walked in through the screen-door porch, sitting down next to John B, as his eyes wondered over to you, you were cooking something in the kitchen. He slumped farther into the couch to avoid eye contact.

“She’s gonna be pissed.” He said in a mumble looking at his bloody knuckles.