you always blamed yourself for everything bad that happened - a bad habit, maybe even a trauma response from the last emotionally abusive relationship you were in.

CJ knew that, and hell, he knew you too well to even make you try to explain it to him. you didn't have to, he always understood.

it was pouring outside. you found yourself sobbing in his arms, feeling guilty of what had happened the day before. He held you tight and stroked your hair, leaving tiny kisses on the top of it.