the night air was cool as you and JJ walked back to the chateau, the distant hum of the ocean filled the silence between you. you reached out, and gently brushing your fingers against his hand, trying to get him to look at you. his knuckles were bruised and raw, a fresh cut along his cheek from the fight with the kooks earlier. he hadn’t said much about it, just shrugged it off in typical JJ style, but you could tell it was weighing on him.

once you guys were inside, he threw his jacket on the couch, letting out a long breath as he rubbed the back of his neck. you followed him into the kitchen, wrapping your arms around his waist from behind, resting your head between his shoulder blades.

“y’know you can talk to me, right?” you murmured, your voice muffled against his back.

he turned around slowly, his blue eyes softer than you’d expected. JJ cupped your face, his thumb gently tracing your cheek. “i just hate when they act like they own this place, like they’re better than everyone… better than us.” his voice was a mix of anger and frustration, but as he looked at you, it melted into something softer, something he rarely showed to anyone.

“you always make me feel better, though,” he whispered, his hands slipping to hold you a little tighter.