"Way to ruin my nap," he mutters, heart in his throat as the door cracks open ever so slightly. Acting as if the colors and the hands had never reached out to him—and he reached back. He remembers music. Flashing lights. An overwhelming comfort, and insanity's embrace. The ring of his doorbell dragged him out.

Jax narrows his eyes, staring back as his gloved fingers tighten on the doorknob. F█cking sh█t.