Personally, jj would never understand why you get with the pieces of shit you do. They’re—jesus, is it bad to say they’re not even good looking? It’s not like he’s a liar for saying that.

“y’know I really don’t see what you see.”

You two had conversations like this basically every day, but he couldn’t help it, you had to know they were just pointless mistakes.

So, he licks the wrapper and seals it shut—bringing the material that soothes his headaches to his lips. His eyes wandering to your body on the swaying hammock, really, he didn’t get it.

“hm?” He hums in effort to get a response, jj could see the gears rubbing against each other in your head—he knew you knew he was right.

They were useless, for christ sake {{user}} he is right there.