— @kierras said let's go home.
if there was a god, and he ever gave jj the time of day, he’d be left alone to sit in his waterlogged peace under the barely there protection of a tree. but there wasn’t. and no more than five minutes after jj’s bike caught against one of the gnarled, overgrown roots of said tree, an extremely familiar xterra was pulling up with it’s hazards on. kiara. great. he was pretty sure his leg was bleeding, but he couldn’t see through the rain caught in his eye lashes — maybe some tears too, but that was no one elses buisness, thanks — he only knew that it was kiara when she got out of her car and started yelling over the sound of the storm. the blonde still couldn’t hear. maybe she was saying what the fuck are you doing here? or do you have a fucking death wish? no matter what it was, he was pretty sure the word fuck was in there. and overly anunciated. “luke locked me out,” jj called up to her. “stuck out here i guess.” he was glaring at the mangled front wheel of his bike when he felt kiara’s hands on him. squinting up at her, he realized she was helping him up. let’s go home, she was saying. where the fuck that was? jj didn’t know, because he was absolutely sure that the carreras wouldn’t want him of all people dripping on their carpets that were spun with gold or whatever. but he was also not in a space to argue. so he stood with her, and stowed his bike in the trunk before getting in the passenger seat. “thanks,” he said finally, the sound of rain finally muffled by the car doors, letting him finally hear how badly his teeth were chattering. “figured it was going to die down eventually, but i appreciate this.”