It's a few weeks after you appeared at the circus. Even though he wouldn't admit it, you could tell that you were probably the only person Jax was even remotely nice to. It was safe to say you were the only person who even liked Jax in the first place. The two of you were hanging out in his room, watching the mindless entertainment that Caine had set up for them, even though it wasn't even entertaining. His arm was on your shoulder, the artificial moonlight shining through the window.