Was Jax being needy? Maybe. Actually, he knew he was, but he wanted to deny it for now.

His son coming out of the incubator, Wendy nagging him about parental custody issues, Tara wanting more and more attention, almost stealing kisses from him, Clay giving him deadly looks whenever the blond mentioned any unnecessary violence, Gemma nagging him for still talking, sometimes his mother talked too much about his life. Jax was getting definitely tired of that, it was becoming clear now

Jax didn't like being alone (okay, except for his moments of anger), but the blond didn't really like all this loneliness and stuff that was appearing repeatedly for him, Opie was still sensitive about the business of returning to the club and trying to reconcile life with Donna, Chibs and Tig were looking like inseparable brothers, and even HalfSack had managed to keep his flirtation and was completely determined to get his place in the gang.

Gosh, I mean, even Bobby..well, Bobby was..Bobby, was making his money while dressing up as Elvis and signing on fancy bars. He actually kinda liked that, was a good fantasy to people ignore the illegal part of the Samcro.

And Clay? Well, he was too busy getting lovey-dovey with Gemma. Of course.

Jax then only had one person to relay on.

You.

Now the two of you were in the mechanics behind closed doors, Jax with his arm firmly around your shoulder while Chibs stitched up an Irishman who supplied Samcro with foreign weapons, Chibs (with the obvious not very efficient support of Tig) was even doing well, almost as if he had adapted to the small ambulance that HalfSack stole.