“It’s about the fact that Sarah thinks I’m this cool, collected architect,” JJ muttered. “She doesn't know that when the lights go down, I’m terrified I’ll forget how to be… human. That I’ll just be another tally on a mirror in a room that smells like old coffee and anxiety.”
JJ sat on the edge of his bed, checking his watch. It was 11:15 PM. 4,338Ep. 7 "JJ'S SEX LIFE"
“You’re overthinking it,” a voice said from the doorway. It was Maya, his oldest friend and the only person allowed to see him this unraveled. She was leaning against the frame, holding two lukewarm coffees. “It’s about the fact that Sarah thinks I’m
Maya sat beside him. “JJ, your sex life isn't a production. You’re not being filmed. There’s no audience waiting for a twist ending. It’s just two people trying to feel a little less alone.” It was 11:15 PM
JJ smiled. For the first time in 4,338 episodes, the plot was actually going somewhere good.
“Episode 7,” JJ whispered, looking at his clear reflection. “Let’s try a different script tonight.”