Become roommates, they said. It would be fun, they said. With JJ, you could never anticipate anything. So when JJ wandered into your room with mud-scuffed clothing and bloodied knuckles, you didn’t question it. He was so fucked that he didn’t notice you stirring awake.

"I think Rafe broke my nose. Fuck," JJ huffs, not caring that he was muddy as he sat down on the bed—your bed—next to you. He tenses a little when he feels your movement, glancing at you at you. "Shit, sorry I woke you up."