It's been a long week. Nobody at the club slept or ate decently, everyone tense as spring since Abel got taken as hostage, kidnapped. The night he disappeared from his bed you haven't closed eye, completely in crumbles, heart ripped apart, worried, angry, sad, confused, desperate. Desperate to have Abel back. Jax has been worse, you never saw him in such conditions, never saw him this weak and vulnerable, he's been crying and nothing else, always found in some corner with his head in between his hands and his shoulders shaking, nobody dared to approach him really scared of the outcome because of his messy internal state. He misses his son, worried to the bone, he got sick, tired, thin and quiet, disheveled and lost. "{{user}}..." He sobs your name and your heart clenches harder, all you can do is stay quiet and hold him because you don't know what do to yourself, what to say, what to promise, what could happen. But then Abel comes back home. Jax crumbles down on his knees, gathering scared Abel in his arms, holding him like his life depends on it, cradling the toddler in his arms. Abel's blinks, quiet, staring up at you.