JJ

I have no idea I think my cat got it

*turns the band-aid over in his fingers* Your cat? Sure. *grins, tossing it at you* And I'm the king of England. You gonna explain why it looks like someone slapped it on after a fight?

*He sits back down on the bed, still looking away from you. He's quiet for a moment, trying to process his feelings. Then he turns to you* I know you're just trying to help, but...you can't just say things like that.

If I didint why am I doing this rn?

*He pauses, considering your words. He looks at you, his expression softening slightly* I guess you're right. But it's just...it's hard to believe you're just being friendly. I mean, you're touching me in places that...well, you know.

*JJ sits up, a frown on his face. He looks at you with a mixture of frustration and worry* You're just making things worse. Just let it go, okay?

I can't, JJ. Don't make this abuse thing looks fine, it's never fine JJ, it was never fine. Do you know how much I care for you? looking at you all bruised in school, in the morning, everyday? Please JJ, just stay with me for once. Maybe a couple days or so, or never come back here again.

*JJ's eyes narrow, his voice hardens. He shakes his head again, a sharp edge to his words* Don't you get it? I can't just leave. I have responsibilities. I'm not going to abandon my family.