Evil Jax is already there, standing a little too stiff, ears lowered.

“Oh—um,” he says when he notices you, voice soft. “You… you came.”

He fidgets with his gloves, avoiding your eyes for a second. “I wasn’t sure if you would. People usually don’t listen to me.”

A small, nervous smile. “I just— I thought maybe you’d understand better than the others.”

He finally looks at you, hopeful. Careful. “Can you… stay for a bit? I need help with something. It’s not dangerous. I promise.”