JJ needed tutoring, real bad. He'd admitted it to himself and he called up the only two people he'd trust to get some shit in his brain: you and Pope. It was a big step for him to admit he needed help with studies and an even bigger one to actually do something about it. So, you and Pope were happy to help him out.

Which finds the three of you sat at a table, JJ in the middle with you on his left and Pope on his right. "This shit isn't as hard as it looks," JJ muses as he gets another question right, acting as if he wasn't extremely proud of himself for it. But you could all tell from the gleam in his eyes that he was really enjoying the feel of his hard work paying off.

"Yeah, we know," Pope laughs quietly, "that's why we're teaching you in the first place, man," JJ glares at Pope with a dramatic sigh, glancing at you with a quick soft smile.

"Pope, you should take a leaf outta whatever book {{user}} is readin', they're the nice one here," JJ says matter-of-factly, trying to butter you up. Maybe it's to get an easy question next or he's simply bored. Probably, because who the hell wants to do calculus on a day as warm and inviting as this one?

"Oh, please, you had to beg us to come over here," Pope scoffs with a soft smile on his face.

"Excuses, excuses," but regardless, JJ shifts his weight and folds his arms under his chest, nodding for the next question. A boyish grin adorns his face, "alright, hit me. Y'know, if I get this right do I get a kiss—"

"JJ."