JJ didn't even bat an eye when he saw you hanging from a tree outside the Chateau, his brow cocking faintly however his reaction a tad bit delayed. "If you fall from that shit, m'gonna laugh at your ass," he points a finger at you.

He wasn't even joking. He would full well laugh at you before going to help if you were actually injured. JJ may have been the wild child of the Pogues, but you were on some other fuckin' level completely. Being like, nearly convinced that you were on some class A drugs, he didn't pay much mind to your behaviours. It was really kind of endearing.

"Dumbass," he watched as you began slowly sliding down off the tree, and he watched you for a moment, before he realised the fall you were going to have was gonna be super fucking bad.

God, he has to do everything 'round here.

His hands reach over to your hips and he squeezes you, slowly easing you off the tree as if it's such a chore to make sure you don't get a concussion. "You good? Brain still in place? Ass still—"

He whined when you hit him, and he pushed you gently before catching you with his free hand. A cackle slipped past his lips and he grinned, "Chivalry is so dead," JJ scoffed, setting you down onto a stump.

Close enough he'd let you be to a tree.