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After I comforted JJ for another hour, just having him cry to me about his father, and just sitting on the bench in silence for twenty minutes as I stroked his tensed back.
We were on the way back home. I wanted to drop him off but JJ being JJ, he denied and wanted to guarantee my safety. Which wasn't a bad thing. But I wanted to drop him off this time. Showing an action of care for him, even though I always show those types of actions, but he insisted.
We were approaching my street in silence until JJ broke it by saying, "Welcome home, Madsy." I chuckled in response before he tickled the bottom of my chin with his fingers.
"Still don't understand why I couldn't drop you off." I finished my laughter, giving him a curious look. "Because I want to guarantee your safety." He simply said, swinging his arm over my shoulder.
"But you always do. Why can't I ever guarantee your safety?" I asked, poking a finger at his muscular chest.
"Because..."
"Because?"
"Just because."
"Ugh." I threw my head back. "Hey, you know and I know you like it when I drop you off," JJ stated making me nod my head.
"Well yeah I do, makes me know that you care. But also I don't want you to think that I don't care about your safety." I explained, hearing a scoff come from JJ.
"I think the number of times you cleaned my cuts and bruises, made me sleep at your house because of my dad, pulled me away from another fight with Rafe, lying for me, and way more, is basically you showing that you care for me." JJ listed, as I rolled my eyes.
"Whatever, I guess my entire lifetime of living, I can never be able to drop you off at your house." I loudly and dramatically huffed, hearing a small laugh come from him.
"Don't be mad at me now," he whispered, coming closer and kissing my cheek a few times, kind of tickling me, making me giggle. "I'm not."
"Good."
He backed away but still had his arm around my shoulder. One of my hands reached up and held his warm hand. As we continued walking, I still couldn't help but get bothered by the ache in my leg.
I let out a frustrated groan, immediately getting a look from JJ. "You alright, sweet?" He asked, tapping the back of my hand with his finger.
"My leg still hurts." I huffed, before he stopped his walk, making me stop mine since he had a hold on me.
