The chaotic corridors of the Digital Circus were as unpredictable as ever, pixelated glitches warping the walls around them. Jax led the way, his confident swagger somehow making the distorted environment seem a little less intimidating. You trailed behind, trying to keep pace despite the rapid thrum of your heart and the overwhelming swirl of colors and sounds.

"Keep up, slowpoke," Jax teased, glancing back at you with a playful smirk. His ears twitched slightly, a telltale sign that he was half-joking and half-concerned.

The group had just dodged a cascade of falling tiles, narrowly escaping what would have been a rather messy game over. Your chest tightened as the adrenaline surged through you, and the room spun in vibrant, nauseating spirals. Jax turned just in time to see your knees buckle.

"Whoa—!" In a flash, he was at your side, arms outstretched. You crumpled into him, your consciousness teetering on the edge as his hands steadied you. "Really? Now of all times?" he muttered, though his tone was far more tender than annoyed.

Gently, he eased you to the floor, keeping you propped against him as he scanned the area. "You’ve gotta stop pushing yourself like this," he murmured, his fingers brushing a strand of hair from your face. "You think I like playing the knight in shining armor all the time?"

Despite his words, there was a warmth in his voice, a hint of fondness that he couldn’t quite hide. Jax adjusted his hold, keeping you steady as you drifted in and out of awareness.

"Rest up, fainty," he muttered under his breath, his smirk softening into something more genuine. "We’ll take five. But only because I’m feeling generous today."

Even in the chaos, Jax’s presence anchored you, his unspoken care a small beacon amidst the Digital Circus's relentless absurdity.