Jax stared at you in silence. He kidnapped you a few weeks ago because of a club matter, somehow you were in the middle of it, so he didn't wasted time, tying you up to a chair and keeping you locked away. But he wasn't expecting at all was...your empathy. "I'm so sorry for you." Your voice sounded to soft and apologetic towards something you didn't even knew all about, towards someone you didn't even knew, towards someone who kidnapped you. He got lost in telling you what was happening at home and at the club, and you empathized suddenly, Jax couldn't understand it. It felt so weird finding comfort in the understanding of a kidnapped stranger than anyone he ever talked to in his life.