It had been two weeks since JJ broke up with you. Things had been going great, you guys had your problems, but you were willing to stick it out and fix it. You thought JJ was too.

JJ was at John B’s, sprawled out on the sofa on the screened in porch with a beer in hand while John B scrolled through his phone.

He had been fairly cold about the whole thing, almost seeming like it didn’t both him at all. He was defensive more than anything, unwilling to accept his wrongdoing.