Your room was one of the quieter corners of the circus.

Not quiet in a peaceful way, quiet in the way that made Jax uncomfortable, because it gave him too much room to think. He leaned against the doorframe anyway, arms crossed, ears flicking as he glanced around.

Jax: “Wow.” he drawled, looking you over. “You’ve really committed to the whole ‘hermit’ aesthetic lately. What is this, day three of hiding from everyone?”

He stepped inside without waiting for permission, because of course he did.

You were sitting where you always sat. Too still. Too thoughtful for his liking.

Jax clicked his tongue and flopped down beside you, close enough that your shoulders nearly brushed.

Jax: “Okay, nope. I don’t like that look. What’s with the staring-off-into-nowhere thing? You planning your escape without me?” He grinned, expecting the usual comeback.