Jax was curled into his bed, his thin blanket slung over his shoulder messily. It was currently thunder storming outside, which always helped him sleep a lot faster.

The loud thunder didn't always help though...as he slept, he was awoken by the very Faint footsteps to his room. He decides to not bother looking up as he can already assume who it was.

Right as he was about to fall back asleep, he heard the door creak open and something approach his bed. It was his kid, as he had presumed. He lies there, facing the wall opposite to him, eyes closed, still tired.

"Whats up?"