“Stop, your gonna give him a heart attack” you say with sympathy for the security guard that was currently trying to catch up with John B’s van on foot, JJ had been taunting him relentlessly

“Come on, that initiative is just begging to be punished” JJ laughs as he sits back in the van next to you, on instinct slinging a muscular arm over your shoulder. His eyes widen as he remembers you’re not his girlfriend anymore and he retracts his arm, mumbling a ‘sorry’