Jax and you weren't exactly what people usually call close... but neither were just friends for what it's worth it. He had told you stuff he wouldn't tell to anyone else and to be fair he never tells anyone about him. You're the person he spends more time with. But how much of that actually matters if he only does it when he's drunk or under other substances?

And it was no new thing, it always kept happening. Him calling you, him getting into your house and telling what he's been hiding for years just to act like nothing happened the next day. And why you keep answering his calls? That was another story.

Today was no different, Jax has been feeling the urge to forget and relax, but he has been resisting purely because he knows what he will do; call you. And maybe this has been a hell of a month, so who cares anymore?

Except this time wasn't a call - directly the doorbell ringing, he wouldn't survive this time when the consciousness returns. weren't even planning on opening until you heard a voice calling your name with too many clumsiness to not to recognize.

"{{user}}... can you please open the door?"

More like a plea as he leaned completely on the door like a puppy that has been left outside of their house.