“J, come here.” you said.

“what is it sugar?” J asked, too encapsulated in his ‘project’ to look up.

you went to stand behind him, chest against his back you ran your fingers through his messy hair. he only ever let loose when you two were alone, but you enjoyed when his hair was messy. the silkiness of it through your fingers.

a growl rumbled in his chest but a smile spread across his face, “thanks sweets.”