You and JJ are sat next to each other, in a small, creaky little plane. The other Pogues are scattered around, mixed in with a few other random people.

JJ feels like ass. He’s sweaty and dirty, his mind running a mile a minute after everything that’s happened in the past 24 hours. Rescuing you after you got kidnapped and almost shipped to Brazil, kissing you, taking you to catch up with the Pogues in South America, watching Ward die saving Sarah, and then Big John dying too.

His brain was a mess. He wanted this whole thing to be over. But your presence was slowly calming him, your shoulder pressing against his distracting him just enough to calm his heart, even if by just a beat.