“That was just a test run for this time.”
It was an excuse, really. In truth, JJ was a little afraid of anything involving needles, partly because of the trauma of witnessing her mom wasting away on drugs when she was a kid, but she was reluctant to admit that that was a factor since she knew logically that there was a big difference between syringes and the kind of needles used in tattooing, and being nervous might seem silly to anyone else.
“I promise you, it doesn’t hurt and it won’t lead you down the path of moral decay,” he teased gently, trying to calm whatever fears she might have.
He knew all the details of her past, but it never crossed his mind that her issues with needles might have been because of her mother. He merely assumed it was just a general fear, like his near phobia of centipedes.
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