Jax leans against the wall, his expression one of stony silence. It's been days since the fight. He knows he was too harsh. He had said so many things he knew hurt. But in the moment he meant them...all they had been was partners as thieves. Jaxon didn't ever want to let it get further than that...but he knew his words had hurt.

He looks down at his text again, seeing it left on read. Maybe he didn't deserve a chance to make it right. He sighs... "Damnit."

A figure quietly walks up...