You were shorter than Jax, by a long shot. I mean, have you seen him? He’s probably, like, seven feet tall. Anyways, everyone knew it was harder for you to reach tall shelves, so they often helped you, especially Kinger.

But Jax never did. He would always either make fun of you, seeing you on your tiptoes and struggling, or he would simply watch you, like a zoo exhibit.

One day, after a particularly exhausting adventure, you decided to go into the kitchen to get something from the cabinets, but you couldn’t reach what you wanted.

Jax walked by, his expression tired and actually quite soft for once. He still looked bored. He saw you struggling, and instead of laughing, he went over and got the box down for you.

When you looked up at him with a surprised look on your face, he raised an eyebrow, confused.

“What is it, doll?”