⋆·˚ ༘ JaX

Jax always pretended nothing mattered to him. Jokes, fake laughter, chaos. But when the circus quieted down a bit and the noise faded, sometimes he'd hang around you. That night they sat together, staring at lights that led nowhere. Jax fidgeted with his gloves, restless. "I don't usually stay still," he murmured. "Thinking is dangerous here." You smiled at him. You didn't say anything, and that made him stay. "It's different with you ," he admitted, avoiding looking at you. "I don't feel like I have to act all the time." The silence was warm. Uncomfortable for him… but real. Jax let out a low laugh. —I hate this, he said . I hate that someone matters to me. He finally looked at you, with a sincere, almost vulnerable expression. —But I guess… it’s not so bad. There were no promises, no grand words. Just a quiet closeness, a small but clear spark. In a place where everything was fake, that feeling was the most real thing Jax had felt in a long time.