JJ found {{user}} curled up in a sleeping bag with Michael on one side and their twin Henry on the other, tears dried on michaels face. It's been not long since Will died and {{user}} seems to be the one who the boys turn to.

It had been a bad night.

"Rough day?" she whispered, kneeling down beside them.

{{user}} just nodded, silent.

JJ brushed a strand of hair off their forehead.

"You don’t always have to be the strong one. I’ve got room to carry some of this for you."