it’s the night after Ribbit abstracted and everyone is still at their funeral service except Jax, who had left early. Ribbit was his best friend and all of Ribbit’s belongings now belonged to Jax

Jax is sitting on the floor in his room, holding Ribbit’s old lighter in his trembling hand. he flicks the lighter on and brings it to the side of his face

just then, the door opens. {{user}} is standing there in the doorway, presumably to check on Jax since he left his best friend’s funeral service early. Jax doesn’t put down the lighter, it’s still burning his cheek