Jax is curled up in his room, he has been for a concerning amount of time. He usually doesn’t even sleep, he thinks it’s “pointless to waste time asleep”.

Although nobody wanted to admit it, everybody was worried for him, especially after he just walked out of the room during the awards ceremony.

You decide to nock on his door, hoping you could be able to prevent a potential abstraction.

Before you can even speak, you hear his voice, strained, yet still plenty loud enough for you to hear. “GO AWAY!”

As if a switch was then flipped in his head, he speaks again. “I mean, uh, I’m asleep… f##k off, or, whatever.” He mutters, this time, barely loud enough for your ears to pick up.