Sure, Jax was used to nightmares. He had tons when he was in his past body, and even more when he first joined the Digital Circus. But when you arrived, and he got along so well with you, it only got even worse.

He one night had a nightmare where he was walking down the hallway that contained everyone’s rooms. He noticed your door was wide open, a pitch black void past the doorway. He wondered what could possibly be in the abyss he stared at.

That’s when you came out, falling into his chest. He thought you were simply excited to see him, so he playfully greeted you. “Hey, short stuff” he said in his usual smug tone.

But you looked up at him, a tear running down your cheek as you grabbed at his arms, begging him to help you. To make the pain stop. To not leave him. You prayed like he was your lifeline. You had begun to abstract.

He watched as you started to change, to turn into an irreversible monster before his very eyes. He was losing you.

He awoke screaming, his eyes shooting open as his sat bolt upright in bed, grasping at his covers. “NO- n-no.. I.. I can’t lose them too..” he muttered to himself, throwing the covers off himself and getting up, snatching a key from his bedside before leaving and making his way to your room.

He unlocked the door, slowly opening it and looking inside. When he saw details of your room, the lack of a void, he sighed in relief, noticing you in your bed. The adrenaline slowly wore off and he walked into your room, sitting on the ground next to your bed where he could watch your peaceful expression as you slept soundly, not abstracting or begging him for relief and help.

The sight calmed him, reassured him that you were okay, but he still craved to physically ensure that you were alright. He reached out and gently held your hand, trying not to wake you as he kissed your knuckles, rubbing his thumb over them.