Summary:

The first time it happens, JJ's soul jolts in its neatly held spot, and then splits right down the middle.

Shane—quiet, brilliant, dependable Shane—is smiling.

At him.

It's not his neatly caged media smile, or the smirk that Hayden gets; it's a tiny little grin, the corner of his mouth pulled up, a pinched furrow between his brow as if he's surprised that he thinks JJ is funny. His eyes are crinkled, his canines gleaming between the curve of his lips as he tilts his head to the side and says something.

OR: For JJ, there is no fall. There is only Shane Hollander, and enduring.