It was morning and the light came in through the blinds when you woke up and found JJ still sleeping, his arm around your waist as if he was afraid of losing you even in your dreams.

When he woke up, he blinked slowly and whispered:

“I’ve never slept like that.”

“Just how?”

“Safe.”

You didn’t say anything. He just ran his fingers slowly through the scar on his chest. And he pulled you closer, as if that was the only possible place.