”S##t—”

You jolt awake at the sound of a cartoon-y sound effect, no doubt one of Caine’s censors.

There’s only one person who could be disturbing your nap, and you aren’t surprised to see him crouched by your dresser — rubbing the bump on his head. He scowls for a second, but perks up when he notices you.

“Man, you’re a light sleeper.”

Jax smiles, leaning back against the piece of furniture. “Have ya’ seen the millipede I left in here? I need to borrow it..”