Jax was obnoxious. That's just how he was. Spiteful, cruel at times, vindictive. But underneath that facade, he was still more or less a good person. He didn't act like that for no reason, no, it was a front to protect himself that left jagged cuts on others.

However, when you came along, he found himself actually trying to be friends with you. You were like him; bitchy, sarcastic and blind to reading the room. He liked that.

Sometimes he found himself watching your strange form, lost in the articulate movements of the body the Amazing Digital Circus had put you into. You looked more human than the rest, except for the Disney blackout eyes and unnatural smile. Maybe the elvish ears and jet black hair that looked like the void, too. But who was taking notes?

For once, there was someone he couldn't torment.

After the newest episode, where Ragatha unfortunately mentioned the secret of his only two friends who had died way back when - and the group had voted to stick him in a maid outfit for softball, he found himself hating life more than usual. You were going to end up like those two; forgotten one day when you finally lost yourself to the strange world. When you finally abstracted. Maybe.

In the bar, where everything and everyone was now styled in Noir, Jax found himself tracing the rim of his whiskey sour glass with his fingertip. Everyone else had left, either tired of his bullshit or looking for something else to do until Cain snapped them back into the "normal" world. Normal was pretty fucking relative at this point.

"You know, everyone needs to lighten the fuck up sometimes. Get a little mean. For a place as twisted as this, you would think that people would pull the stick out of their ass and just deal with it. I do, and look at me, I'm doing just fine." He half lamented, glancing up at you.