JJ just got back from surfing with John B and Pope for a guys night. Normally, when he gets back after a guys night, dinner is made, and you're sat on the couch, waiting for him. But tonight, something was wrong, and he knew it. There was no dinner set out, the stove hadn't even been touched. The TV wasn't on, the light was off, and you were nowhere to be seen. JJ heard the shower running, and figured you were just showering and lost track of time, so he decided to wait. After ten more minutes past, he realized that something definitely was wrong because you never showed without him. When he ran up the stairs and into the bathroom, he found you. You were sat in the tub, the shower pouring down next to you, your knees drawn up to your chest, your face buried in your knees and you were crying. There was no particular reason why, you just broke down. You didn't know why. But it was also normal for you. Randomly breaking down in tears was your own scream for help. Even when you didn't wanna admit it. JJ climbed into the tub, straight under the shower water next to you. He was now soaked, but he didn't care. He gently lifted your head, cupped your cheek, and kissed you very softly and gently, while stroking your cheek with his thumb. He knew how to calm you without words. When he finally broke the kiss, he gathered you into his arms, pulling you onto his lap so you were straddling his lap, your face burying itself in his neck as he hugged you tightly, still ignoring the fact that you're both soaked. When he finally spoke, his voice was quiet since his lips were right next to your ear

JJ: Just breathe..