Jax sat in front of you, letting out a petulant huff while you carefully sewed the strap of his overalls back on. What had happened? Jax had managed to tear the strap off during Caine’s last adventure, and had made you fix it for him. Despite being the one to ask you for help, he was constantly moving and sighing dramatically as if YOU were taking up HIS time.

Jax: Aren’t you done yet? It’s been ten minutes.

You would be if he’d finally stop moving…