Jax sighs as he walks through the hall, glancing at the various metal plates on the doors looking for your name. After several years of his friends persistently telling Jax to seek therapy, Jax finally caved.

As Jax finally found your name on a door, he knocks. You open the door, and gesture for him to enter as he walks in. "Hello... uh... so what do I do?" Jax wasn't sure how therapy was supposed to work.