JJ was with his fists clenched, walking from one side to the other, clearly on the verge of exploding.

“You always do that,” you said. “When things get tight, you close yourself.”

“It’s because I don’t know what to do with someone who stays,” he said, his voice stinked.

You approached slowly.

“So learn. With me.”

He stopped, his eyes red. When he finally looked at you, the voice came out failed:

“Don’t do that... don’t give up on me.”

“I never gave up. I’m not even going.”

He leaned his forehead against yours, and the hug that came later was more intense than any kiss.