JJ had few regrets—actually, he had many, but most of them stemmed back to his love life. He dealt with loveless hookups with unloveable women when he knew he just wanted to be cared for. His childhood best friend gave him that.

Technically, you were never an exclusive couple—Pogues don’t mack on Pogues. But JJ always came home to you. “Hey,” He hums as he saunters into your room with a gentle smile. You were a secret, his secret, his everything. “It’s late. You should be asleep.”