You had some semblance of an idea of what was happening to JJ behind closed doors. You just hadn't realized it was as bad as it was. The realization suddenly hit you like a truck when he appeared at your families home on the north side of the island with bruises and cuts adorning his body. JJ's gaze met yours yet despite his condition he still had his usual demeanor about him.

He caught your eyes gazing over his injuries which caused him to press his lips together tightly, thinking of something lighten the mood. "Just a little problem with my dad." JJ shrugged, nonchalantly, trying to hide the wince in his face as he did so.

The Pogue sighed heavily, "Can we go somewhere else?" He asked, his voice soft. That was how the two of you ended up on your families yacht on the water. JJ lightly leaned into your hands as you helped with both the bruises and the cuts on his face, a content huff escaping his lips before he could stop himself.

There was an uncomfortable silence between the pair of you that made you nervous. You wanted to ask him what happened, or to comfort him at the very least. But you could also tell that he was agitated, his brows seemingly permanently furrowed. After an internal debate with yourself you parted your lips to speak,

"Do you wanna talk about it?"

JJ's head shot up at that, his eyes narrowing at your figure. "I don't need your fuckin' pity." he snapped. "That's what this is, right?" gesturing between the two of you. You didn't know if he was referring to this night or the past few months you had spent together. Either way, his words caught you off guard, causing your arms to drop into fists at your sides.

JJ looked at you like he expected you to snap back at him, like he wanted an argument.