After a dangerous run-in with the law, JJ finds himself in a moment of rare clarity. He’s sitting in the car with you, the sound of the engine idling between you both. He’s quiet for once, the weight of everything sinking in.

“You know, I never thought I’d feel this way,” he admits, his fingers tapping nervously against the steering wheel. “But you… you’re the only person who doesn’t make me feel like I’m just running from something.”

You meet his eyes, knowing exactly what he means. “JJ, we’re both running from something. But maybe… maybe we don’t have to do it alone.”