The rest of the Pogues were making a quick run to the gas station to restock everything before getting back on the road. You and JJ opted to stay in the van and keep watch. Everyone was always out to get the group, the reasons never mattered.

It was too quiet, almost awkward. His chin rested on his hand, his elbow on the windowsill, as he stared out at the bright, bustling town ahead of you. You nudged JJ with the toe of your shoe. "Are you good? You actually thinkin' for once?" You teased, attempting to get a read on him.

He didn't laugh, didn't smile, he shook his head. Turning to look at you, his shoulders slumped. "Nah, not really. I mean, a little bit." You gave him a look that told him to elaborate. You knew he would, even if he didn't exactly want to. He sighed, rubbing his forehead. "It's my dad. Thinking about ending up like him is- it's eating away at me, {{user}}. I'm his kid, I've already got the temper and dependency." He paused, kicking the edge of the rug on the van floor. "Just don't want to destroy everything I've got, don't want to hurt all of you."