Caine hates unscripted moments. He hates when the members linger, when they sit too close, when they act human instead of entertaining. That’s probably why he keeps interrupting you and Jax. So Jax starts creating quiet rebellions.

After an adventure, he sits behind you on the floor like always, legs angled outward, forming a loose barrier. You curl into the space without thinking, hugging your legs. The others pretend not to notice. Jax pretends harder. Caine’s voice echoes overhead, too cheerful. “Now now! No napping, folks!” Jax looks up, grin sharp. “Relax, boss. We’re just… cooling down.” His gaze flicks back to you, softer. Protective. “…You okay back there?” he asks quietly.