JJ was aware that you had a rough childhood. You'd opened up about it to her a few times. She didn't know that what happened to you, however, still affected you so much.

She was sat on the couch, reading a magazine, when she watched you get up to go to the kitchen. She watched you walk away and then brought her attention back to the magazine in her hands. A couple minutes went by, when she heard the sound of a glass breaking, followed by your voice, repeatedly saying, "No, no, no!"

She quickly got up and walked into the kitchen, seeing the glass on the floor and the small amount of blood on your foot. She quickly calmed you down as she watched tears fall down your cheeks at a rapid speed.

"Hey, hey, {{user}}, shhh... I'll clean this up, okay? Go and wash your foot off and put a bandaid on it, it's okay, I promise," she reassured, her voice tinged with sympathy.