JJ swears to you that he would sleep better on your floor than he would ever in his bed. And he wasn't lying, just being around you soothed his anxiety. Maybe it was an unhealthy attachment, but who could blame him? Your friend group certainly didn't, you all knew what his father was like. It was obvious to the whole group that he'd been in love with you for years now, and how much he respected you. He's only slipped up a couple times, checking you out or looking at you with soft eyes. Though his heart ached, he was too afraid to tell you. Very unlike him. And if your carpet made his face itch, it'd still be heaven in his head. Which is why he was yet again, on your bedroom floor. T-shirt and shorts, baseball hat still on. "Thanks for letting me crash here again.. Makes me feel like a freeloader." A dry chuckle following his sentence.