[ "I'm fine," Cain says, blatantly taking advantage of the fact that JJ hasn't noticed that he's been sliced up. It is difficult for JJ to notice anyway, when it's so pitch black around them, moonlight barely making into the alleyway. If it had been JJ in Cain's position, he'd never both to make light of the fact that he's bleeding, so it's difficult for him to fathom that it would be something that Cain might not mention.

He's certainly not going to put up any sort of front, and once he realizes that Cain can bear his weight, he sags against him, adrenaline giving way to exhaustion. ]

That's true. But it's not JJ Style to leave a friend behind.

[ He smiles, turning his head slightly so that he can smile up at Cain, teasing. The relief of their escape has granted him some mental energy at least, though he shows no indication of moving away. It might be awkward to be in this position when they don't know each other that well, but JJ's comfortable where he is. ]

I'm grateful that you'd sacrifice yourself for me, of course. But what were you doing with those shady guys, anyway?